There is a similarity between dog ownership and Stag ownership which explains the ownership ethos quite well.
You get the pedigree dog, years of inbreeding before birth created faults in the DNA which will never go away, which may surface at any time, but they’re all establishment and, secretly or not, look down on all others, some are the mutts nuts, a lot are all fur coat and no knickers.
Then you get the Nuevo Riche, the Labradoodle of the dog world, costs the same as a pedigree pooch but isn’t really, and will never be, kosher because it has header tanks, electric fans, electric water pumps, larger radiators, tiger seats, headlamp conversions etc, etc,etc........
Then you get the mongrel, some are scruffy, some are handsome but each have their own place in the world and their owners love them, and don't really give a toss what anybody thinks of them.
Bit like that sketch.......pedigree looks down on Neavo........
My first Stag, back in ’78 was a bit like an Earl with a Princess sister, all the credentials a pedigree brings but no manners and could never go out in public public without letting the whole class down. No matter what you did to it there was just too many inbred faults. My current Stag was deliberately bought as a mongrel, I would never willingly opt for a pedigree. It came as a Gazza, a scruffy, down at heel example which had all the bits, and ran well for several years but was in need of a little tender care. Now it is nearing the end stage of a prolonged garage love in and it will emerge as a Beckham, never a Lord, never a Neavo but good looking, fit, able to live in the same company as the lord and Neavo, some of whom would always be a little envious, because secretly they’d always wanted to be a bit like Becks.
Very few of us will ever get back what we have paid out over the years, but hey ho, I didn't buy the Stag as an investment, bought it for fun and I'll be more than happy to run around in my valueless little car.
John
You get the pedigree dog, years of inbreeding before birth created faults in the DNA which will never go away, which may surface at any time, but they’re all establishment and, secretly or not, look down on all others, some are the mutts nuts, a lot are all fur coat and no knickers.
Then you get the Nuevo Riche, the Labradoodle of the dog world, costs the same as a pedigree pooch but isn’t really, and will never be, kosher because it has header tanks, electric fans, electric water pumps, larger radiators, tiger seats, headlamp conversions etc, etc,etc........
Then you get the mongrel, some are scruffy, some are handsome but each have their own place in the world and their owners love them, and don't really give a toss what anybody thinks of them.
Bit like that sketch.......pedigree looks down on Neavo........
My first Stag, back in ’78 was a bit like an Earl with a Princess sister, all the credentials a pedigree brings but no manners and could never go out in public public without letting the whole class down. No matter what you did to it there was just too many inbred faults. My current Stag was deliberately bought as a mongrel, I would never willingly opt for a pedigree. It came as a Gazza, a scruffy, down at heel example which had all the bits, and ran well for several years but was in need of a little tender care. Now it is nearing the end stage of a prolonged garage love in and it will emerge as a Beckham, never a Lord, never a Neavo but good looking, fit, able to live in the same company as the lord and Neavo, some of whom would always be a little envious, because secretly they’d always wanted to be a bit like Becks.
Very few of us will ever get back what we have paid out over the years, but hey ho, I didn't buy the Stag as an investment, bought it for fun and I'll be more than happy to run around in my valueless little car.
John
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