OK. Fair enough. This is pretty crazy And I'm certainly not even going to try to spin it otherwise. In these torrid times for charities trying to hang on for dear life, there are few limits to the lengths we will go to in order to raise a quid or two.
So. Here’s the thing.
We are lucky enough to be on
the receiving end of north of £45,000 a year’s worth of donated food. Most of
this food is for human beings but some of it is for dogs and cats who tend to
feel the pinch when their masters have been sanctioned of all their benefits by the beloved
Department of Work and Pensions. These pet donations are actually pretty
crucial. All too often people who have just about nothing to eat will feed
their pets instead of themselves.
It is not uncommon for the
public to throw a few dog toys in along with the canned meat and the biscuits. Fair
enough. I guess it isn’t beyond the realms of possibility that pooches need
cheering up when their masters are shafted by an uncaring and brutal state. Rampant Neo Liberalism can be hard on our four legged friends.
A couple of months ago we
received a donation which absolutely took the biscuit. Or maybe I should say
the Bonio. Check out the picture that sits atop this blog alongside King Kenny.
What is it? Well, believe it or not it is a Scottish football shirt suitable
for the kind of small and fiercely patriotic dogs who would have voted ‘Yes’ in
their droves if only they had been given the chance.
And we didn’t just get one of
this must have items. Oh no. We got forty. Enough for the first team, the
reserves and the under 18’s. That said, I guess young dogs teams would be under
3’s. Under 18’s is basically all dogs. Whatever. We are the proud and bemused
owners of 40 cannine Scottish football shirts.
This isn’t a usual state of
affairs for a Foodbank in a small Scottish town. In fact it is pretty damned
weird. But much of what goes on in First Base is kind of weird so we took the
donation in our stride. We put the three boxes in a corner and put off thinking
about what to do with them for another day.
Like you do.
Well dear reader, the day has
come. I am writing this on Monday November 7th. In three days time
on Friday November 11th a wee football match is scheduled to be
played at Wembley Stadium.
Yeah. That one. Scotland
Christ that was a mouthful
but hopefully you get the drift.
Fair enough, this is a long
shot, but when you manage a struggling charity and you receive a donation of
forty football shirts for pocket size hounds, long shots are the only show in
town.
So. The nitty gritty. If you
click the link below you will be electronically transported to our JustGiving
page which has been updated to be dog shirt friendly.
Bung on any kind of donation,
well enough to cover the postage at least, give me a bell on 07770 443483 and one
of these Braveheart shirts can be all yours.
Are they tacky? Yup
Are they ridiculous?
Absolutely.
Are they clear evidence that
the human race is well on its way to collective insanity. Maybe, but not nearly so
much as voting for Donald Trump. It’s a mad world and we are all in it along
with little dogs who want to yap at Wayne Rooney.
So go on. Click the link. You
know in your heart of hearts you know you want one.
And King Kenny?
Well could I never
miss an opportunity to crow bar a photo a photo of the great man onto this blog
of mine.
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