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Michael Romanos · 02-18-2007, 02:33 AM

GiIFT FROM A TREE

It was Christmas, 2005 and popular Wellington region radio station, More FM together with the Lower Hutt Pet Vet were running a special promotion.

" Bring your dog to Pet Vet and receive a gift for your dog from under the Christmas tree," said the More FM breakfast radio hosts. " Nick Tansley will be on hand and it will be lots of fun, lots of great gifts, and there's food and bubbly wine for the handlers."

Taylor, my then two year old Pembroke Corgi and I exchanged glances. Taylor pricked up his ears and I raised a thumb. This is for us.

So at seven in the morning we drove the 10 minutes to the large Pet Vet establishment.

Sure enough there was this deep mound of brightly wrapped gifts stretching two metres to a twinkling Christmas tree. Eventually Nick Tansley got round to Taylor and me and I gave the radio audience a short resume of Taylor.

" Now," said Nick, " Taylor will choose his gift with his nose."

" Go for it, Taylor," I urged and the Corgi cautiously inched towards the vast piled up array of gifts. He was committed to selecting very carefully something which would catch his hunger pangs.

The trouble was, the world and Nick Tansley were in a hurry. Radio listeners were hanging onto every detail.

Taylor looked only momentarily at a wrapped present in front of him and he was heading further up (towards) the tree. But then came: "that's it. That's the present Taylor has chosen,' exclaimed Nick excitedly. No, no Taylor and I shouted back in unionism within our thoughts. We both knew exactly what the gift was from its shape (me) and smell (Taylor) and we didn't want a bar of it.

" He doesn't want this present," I said out loud. " He never did really sniff at it."

"Yes he did, " insisted Tansley.

What could I do. Tansley and a radio audience of millions held sway. All these lovely gifts containing wonderful and delectable treats to bring utter joy to a Corgi. And what was he forced to endure?

So I unwrapped the gift. Taylor stood with a look of despair. Yes, it was a red plastic food bowl, made by poor, lowly paid workers in a far off land. Taylor needed a plastic food bowl like he needed a hole in his head.

Tansley made me describe what Taylor had got. I'm sure I gave a sombre account.

At least the bowl sported my favourite colour. Taylor only saw red.

02-18-2007, 02:33 AM	#16 (permalink)
Michael Romanos Global Moderator Join Date: Oct 2005 Location: Silverstream (near Wellington, the capital of NZ) Posts: 5,055	GiIFT FROM A TREE It was Christmas, 2005 and popular Wellington region radio station, More FM together with the Lower Hutt Pet Vet were running a special promotion. " Bring your dog to Pet Vet and receive a gift for your dog from under the Christmas tree," said the More FM breakfast radio hosts. " Nick Tansley will be on hand and it will be lots of fun, lots of great gifts, and there's food and bubbly wine for the handlers." Taylor, my then two year old Pembroke Corgi and I exchanged glances. Taylor pricked up his ears and I raised a thumb. This is for us. So at seven in the morning we drove the 10 minutes to the large Pet Vet establishment. Sure enough there was this deep mound of brightly wrapped gifts stretching two metres to a twinkling Christmas tree. Eventually Nick Tansley got round to Taylor and me and I gave the radio audience a short resume of Taylor. " Now," said Nick, " Taylor will choose his gift with his nose." " Go for it, Taylor," I urged and the Corgi cautiously inched towards the vast piled up array of gifts. He was committed to selecting very carefully something which would catch his hunger pangs. The trouble was, the world and Nick Tansley were in a hurry. Radio listeners were hanging onto every detail. Taylor looked only momentarily at a wrapped present in front of him and he was heading further up (towards) the tree. But then came: "that's it. That's the present Taylor has chosen,' exclaimed Nick excitedly. No, no Taylor and I shouted back in unionism within our thoughts. We both knew exactly what the gift was from its shape (me) and smell (Taylor) and we didn't want a bar of it. " He doesn't want this present," I said out loud. " He never did really sniff at it." "Yes he did, " insisted Tansley. What could I do. Tansley and a radio audience of millions held sway. All these lovely gifts containing wonderful and delectable treats to bring utter joy to a Corgi. And what was he forced to endure? So I unwrapped the gift. Taylor stood with a look of despair. Yes, it was a red plastic food bowl, made by poor, lowly paid workers in a far off land. Taylor needed a plastic food bowl like he needed a hole in his head. Tansley made me describe what Taylor had got. I'm sure I gave a sombre account. At least the bowl sported my favourite colour. Taylor only saw red. Last edited by Michael Romanos; 02-18-2007 at 02:38 AM.