We had labradors when I was young and they’re among the greediest breeds. My mum used to try to avoid mentioning words like biscuit or cake as the dog went crazy.
So she decided to start spelling out the words instead. B I S C U I T. And so on. Whether the dog began to associate the emergence of the custard creams with the spelt word, or whether labradors really can spell is one for the scientists.
Anyway, it gave me this idea for a poem starring Bruce.
Dogs have incredible powers of smell
But have you ever heard of a dog that can spell
Even when sparked in the deepest of dreams
Bruce is always alert for custard creams
A cupboard hinge squeal or a rattling tin
Will always alert this four-legged bin
We had an idea – let’s spell out each word
For a time it worked – only letters he heard
One day he spelt Nice, the next pink wafer
Now he’s eating more biscuits than we could ever pay for