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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, January 27, 2005

JUST JANUARY 

January`s miserable. They say this is the worst week of it, too. No end to winter, it seems.

Kallista`s puppies are cheering though - eleven days old, fat and contented (except when mother goes out, when the offended screams raise the roof.) In a couple of weeks they`ll have got the hang of just how to make legs work, and will be terrorizing everyone. At the moment they do cute very well.

This is the time of year when show plans are made. What judge will like what dog, which one just does favours, which one only gives to friends.......like most plans, they usually disappoint, but it`s compelling to try to think it out.

I am also trying to think how to break it to a friend who left a jacket here that young Diamond pulled it down and promptly had diarrhoea on it. No, I can`t get the stains out. Yes, it`s disgusting. But she is a tried and true dog person. Probably her first question will be about Diamond`s health.

Well, I hope so............
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