She's mustardby Jeremy Clarke / August 20, 1999 / Leave a comment
Published in August 1999 issue of Prospect Magazine
Dog and ferret club monthly meeting at the Pig’s Nose. Light evening. Lounge bar full of tourists, all eating. All you can hear is the clickety-clack of their knives and forks hitting the plates. I’m the first to arrive; then Gerald and Doris come through the door.
We chat. Doris tells me that since our last dog and ferret show she’s had a couple of minor strokes. I look horrified. But she tells me it’s OK, she’s “shrugged them off.” She rolls her shoulders to show me how easy it was.
When Gerry thinks Doris isn’t looking, he puts his mouth to my ear and says, “I’d like a quiet word with you later on.” Because he’s going deaf, his whisper is much more audible than he thinks it is. Doris shoots him a look.
When all the other members have turned up, we go with our drinks into the meeting room. First item on the agenda is the subject of the pit-bull terrier crossbreeds. Local lurchermen are crossing their dogs with pit-bull terriers to make them strong enough to knock over deer. We’ve been seeing a lot of these pit-bull-crossed lurchers at our shows recently. We take a vote on whether to ban them or not. Seven votes for, five against. We decide to ban them.
The other main issue is: who lost the measuring stick? We had a special measuring stick for measuring the lurchers, but it got lost. Actually, it was me who lost it. When the subject comes up, I excuse myself and take my glass back to the lounge bar for a refill.