Not only is Bertie impeccably well-bred – far better, I have to say, than my lovely husband or me, and, by default, our children (and maybe even their children, though that rather damns their spouses!) – he is incredibly talented.
He’s ten weeks old today and weighs five and a half kilograms, but that’s not the clever bit – anyone can put on weight (don’t I know it?) He retrieves to the manner born – well, he was born to it, son, grandson, great-great grandson, great-great-great . . . you get the general gist, I’m sure - of FTCh (that’s Field Trial Champion) upon FTCh and FTW (Field Trial Winner) after FTW, national and international, so retrieving is as natural to him as breathing.
The gift he displayed yesterday was that of DANCE! Yes, he’s got rhythm, he’s got music . . . (I feel a touch of Gershwin coming on)
Just look and see if you don’t agree. I have not added music to this sequence (must try that one day) but maybe you have a favourite to which Bertie can execute his steps.
Not, perhaps, a Beautiful Ballerina but definitely a Dashing Dancer!
