"CALACAREY GOLDEN RETRIEVERS"
Treloyhan, Church Road, Perranarworthal, Nr. Truro, Cornwall, TR3 7QE

WE HAVE NO PUPPIES AT PRESENT......however see plans below

Mum ...	... and Dad

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Sadly we have no puppies at present as the following verse will describe. We will however try again next season. Unfortunately, as she only throws one once a year, this should be early in the new year. The stud dog has yet to be decided, however if you are interested in a pup specifically from Shiloh and the lines she represents, please feel free to contact me.

We decided to have puppies as the timing felt so right,
With late spring babies profiting from summer warmth and light,
My little princess, honed and toned, at three years and a half,
Could entertain with antics guaranteed to make you laugh.
But her effervescent "Joie de Vivre" and independent spirit,
Would mask a softer, gentler side whose presence did her merit.
The fact that she was sometimes deaf to whistle and command,
And wholly reticent in will to follow on demand,
Didn't seem important in the greater plan and scheme,
Just something I should work on with a resolute regime.
But even though her pedigree was rife with names in red,
I couldn't quite dispel a doubt that whispered in my head.
This gorgeous breed of noble dogs with temperaments of gold,
Weren't thought to be so reckless, or so madcap, or so bold!
Biddable? Yes certainly, with biscuits in my hand,
But void of treat or tasty meat her actions were unplanned.
And everything about this bitch was buxom, big and brash,
Peroxide blonde and in your face, like redneck trailer trash!
And even though her social skills were lacking fine finesse,
I didn't want to clip her wings or liveliness suppress!

So long and hard I studied lines and gene pools from the past,
Thank God for Eileen's database the beauty of Standfast.
I trawled the net and websites of our most respected breeders,
I talked to friends and made my choice and gently put out feelers.
And finally, though some months late, the tell tale signs were there,
The constant "play hump" twixt my girls and tail stiff in the air.
But counting days and sexual play were hardly scientific,
We ran a tab at Larry's Lab and samples were prolific!
So with ovulation at it's peak we loaded up the car,
My newly shampooed "Diva" looking like a movie star.
What hopes and dreams I entertained as hour on hour were passed,
When finally, late afternoon, we reached their home at last.
I found a massive empty field to let her run and stretch,
She emptied out her bladder and we played a game of fetch.
Then as we turned to saunter back to satisfy my dreams,
I watched her as her shoulder dropped and gave a high pitched scream!
Now mostly in their toiletry a fox he goes alone,
But I swear a group had gathered here - a mightly steaming dome!
Her head, her neck, her shoulders, flowing through her ribs and thighs
Were caked in evil pungent muck that really stung my eyes!

I tried in vain to clean her up - two jumbo packs of wipes,
I cried in sheer frustration at her rank bedraggled sight.
I hoped my lovely host would simply take it in her stride,
And the heady musk of oestrus even fox sh*te couldn't hide.
And sure enough, magnificent, professional to the last,
This stunning stud's reaction proved he'd gladly join the cast.
But here the story deviates from what you'd think would be,
And shocked a newbie like myself at tactics we would see.
You'd think a torture chamber had been rigged to give her hell,
And all this perfect gent had tried was just to scent her smell.
She howled and yowled, she yipped and yelled and wouldn't let him near
Her tail once flying flag like high was clamped tight to her rear!
My bawdy blonde and floozy flirt, my trollop, tease and tart,
Was having naught to do with sex - she wouldn't play her part!
She turned and squared herself full on, she bared her teeth for real,
I feared she'd rip his throat to bits, her tension tight to feel.
And so I let emotion rule, I wouldn't tie or muzzle,
And disappointment filled the well - It surely was a puzzle.
And even though my room was booked to try again next day,
I high tailed home to lick my wounds and let her have her way!

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