RestlessSoul
Well-Known Member
A few years ago, a friend of mine went to buy a King Charles Spaniel, from a registered Kennel Club breeder. She took her two red headed daughters along with her, cos the dog was for them, really.
When she saw the animal, she exclaimed, “Oh, it’s a ginger!”
The slightly snobby woman replied,
“It’s not ginger madam, we call that russet”.
Pointing to her two girls, my friend said,
“I think I know a ginger when I see one”.
They bought the dog. It had a lovely temperament, but one bad habit - it used to love rolling in fox ****.
When she saw the animal, she exclaimed, “Oh, it’s a ginger!”
The slightly snobby woman replied,
“It’s not ginger madam, we call that russet”.
Pointing to her two girls, my friend said,
“I think I know a ginger when I see one”.
They bought the dog. It had a lovely temperament, but one bad habit - it used to love rolling in fox ****.
