One in ten

Source WIKI

“One in Ten” is a single by UB40 released in 1981 on their second album Present Arms. It reached No. 7 on the UK Singles Chart.

The song title refers to the number 9.6, being the percentage of the local workforce claiming unemployment benefit in the West Midlands in the summer of 1981 when the song was released.

Also from WIKI:
In total, there are now 30.8 million people in work.
(UK population in 2013 recorded as 64.1 million).
However, there are 1.9 million people unemployed.
The unemployment rate now stands at 5.8% of the adult working population, the Office for National Statistics (ONS) said.

These figures reflect only the number of people currently claiming benefit, none of those on Zero contracts (which is classed as being employed and thus cannot claim even when there is no work), none who are out of work but chose not to claim for whatever reason, or those who are unemployed but have had their benefits withdrawn because of changes in government policy.

But, this post is not about music, unemployment or politics.
This post is about Maggie, and is triggered because today we met another dog which, although highly unlikely, could have been one of her nine siblings.

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When we lost Barney, our previous dog, we weren’t ready for it, and the crater his passing left in our lives was unbearable, especially for Hubby who was home all day as I was working.  On Friday, my early finish day and just six days later, I asked if we could go and find another dog when he picked me up at 2.30.

We got a local paper, and rang to go and see a german shepherd.
She was beautiful, and worth every penny of the £600 they wanted for her….. if you wanted a show dog that was.
Sadly, she didn’t like women, myself included which was unusual as most dogs love me, and this was explained when her female owner sprayed her with what looked like a furniture polish ‘to bring out the shine in her coat’ and the dog physically trembled. WTF???????
The dog loved Hubby and also the male in the household, but was not for us, so we left.

We ended up buying The Western Gazette which covered a wider area, and there was an advert for Sprollies, so I made the call, got the address and off we went…… to Axminster, some sixty miles away.
It was a good test for our GPS, as without it, we would never have found the farm.

The pups were kept in the greenhouse with Mum, a welsh border collie. There was another border collie too, and also a pair of springer spaniels, the male of which was Dad.
The dam belonged to the farmer’s son who intended to use the proceeds from the litter sale to get him through his driving test. He let the dogs out and I was surrounded by fur, tails and happy black and white bodies. I loved it and wanted them all!
I had the choice of 7 bitches and two dogs as one dog had already been spoken for (bright blue nail varnish on toes). Maggie chose me.

Today when we were in Worcester, we were walking back to the car and a couple were coming towards us with a plump and happy black and white dog.
We stopped to let them pass as the pavement was quite narrow, and the two dogs sniffed noses and ‘bits’ as dogs do.
This dog was also a sprollie, Mum being a black and white welsh collie and Dad a springer spaniel.
Their dog was also one of ten puppies, more bitches in the litter too, but I didn’t catch the ratio.
They apologised for their dog ‘smiling’ as Maggie was doing The Elvis.
‘She’s ten, and a bit grumpy at times,’ they said.
‘So is Maggie!’ said Hubby and with a few other pleasantries we went our separate ways.

It just made me wonder how the other nine pups from Maggie’s litter turned out.

Digital CameraNote: there’s a little more detail about when Maggie first came into our lives in this post if you haven’t already read it.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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