When I first aspired to show dogs ,I like many of you used to hold in great esteem Judges who always seemed to be officiating at shows. As the years past I began to realize that many of them had absolutely no idea what to look for, and their climb up the ladder was due to their influence in awarding Judging Appointments rather than their knowledge of dogs. One particular day I watched in amazement as this Judge ran and ran the dogs and then placed the dogs with the poorest movement first. I of course was compelled to ask the question, "why run a dog so many times?" if you do not know what you are looking for. This is the basis for this poem.

"Knowledge"

Knowledge Ability and Experience
These are the words for me
The blind their eyes are open
But still they cannot see

They’ve judged the dogs for many years
For all the World to see
But where their Knowledge came from
Remains a Mysteree

Up and down and round and round
The both of you they run
And as we’re getting older
It surely isn’t fun

To run a dog so many times
Can be a total farce
When their eyes are in their backsides
Or some may say their Arse

It is of course a total Sham
They’re kidding you and me
Their eyes are on the faces
It’s not the dogs they see

When next you go to show a dog
Remember what I said
Visualize the Judges face
And stay at home in Bed.

Eddie Nicol