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.

Saturday, January 30, 2010


I`m delighted to be able to say that the snow has gone! No more trekking in through the drifts with bags of dogfood on a show trolley! Refuse collections and post back to normal! During the blockade, I had to deal with a burst pipe (help from a neighbour) and the delight of blocked main drainage , when every drop of water poured away from the kitchen sink or the wash hand basin obligingly surfaced in the bath. Gallons of noxious chemicals went down that one.

The dogs are not affected. They have been more harrassed by Riot.

Riot began life as Flair, but it was immediately evident that it was quite the wrong choice.

Riot is now 12 weeks, and immensly cute. Unfortunately she is also immensely demanding. Her preferred method of asking an adult to play - and she requires constant play - is to stand directly in front of her victim and bark incessantly in its face. My lot find that her cuteness wears off really quickly....

.Her mother suffers greatly from this and usually hides, often as high as she can get. As a result of this, Riot has learned to climb like a monkey, and when I am siting quietly, will suddenly appear on my shoulder, screeching her demands in my ear. Alas, I fear that long after the cuteness wears off, the bark will still be with us.....

The cold spell did not trouble her. I had dug out my fun fur coat, and she became obsessed by it. The first time I wore it she was enchanted. She snuggled into it and looked earnestly up at me. "It took you long enough to grow this!" She then refused to be parted from it, and spent the cold days curled up in it, (usually when I was doing exactly the same. )

Solitaire? - well, she has a lot to occupy her now. More about that later.
Love it - and her!
Love your puppy stories and photos.

Good luck with the shrill barking, especially in your ear. Much worse than my Taffy Kitty who sneaks up on the back of the chair and then gently "mews" when she doesn't get the attention that she craves.
You're as much a riot (with your writing) as she is :) Glad to see you hack!
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