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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"

Thursday, March 25, 2004

MOTHER`S DAY 

Last doggy event was our AGM.....Jurassic Park votes for its eternal survival. Was impressed to see a large turnout of women of a certain age, all, it turns out, trying to escape Mother`s Day. "They all turn up on the doorstep clutching the bunch of wilted daffs asking what`s for dinner then......" It has to be bad when you consider the alternative they chose.

But I gather that a fair number of women use dog showing as an escape from family horrors, and in particular from the mindset that dictates that you only exist for the family, that you lost your right to an identity when you signed on for marriage and children. And, unlike flower arranging, dog showing takes you physically right away from it. Even if only to a scout hut and a dry agenda.........

Tonight I have the SKC AGM, which promises to be better than TV (If your taste runs to action movies with a fair bit of blood). And tomorrow I am off to Stafford with Tomato and Demented, a heavy bag, not much hope and tonsilitis - and by Virgin westcoast. I refer you to the title of this blog for explanation.

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