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.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

"I am Fidget, an upstanding young Papillon - I am NOT, and never have been, a Penguin!"

Delia - "Don`t talk to me about my rotten brother - probably a Penguin "


"This is Fidget. My picture is at the head of the last post (my sister is there too but we don`t talk about her.) I am told that in the picture people have said that I look like a Penguin.

I asked my Mum. `Am I a Penguin?` She looked worried. She thought I wasn`t, though. My Mum is a warm furry quiet person, always there for me, and I really didn`t suspect she was a Penguin.

I asked about my Dad. I have never seen my Dad. Was he maybe a Penguin?

I have never heard my Mum go on so. I didn`t get the half of it. Something about `heartless villain` - `took advantage of an innocent girl` - `worst experience of my life` - `if I ever get my paws on him`. I am not good at all these big words. I don`t think any of them meant `Penguin` though.

I am little and can`t read my pedigree. Maybe there are Penguins there.

But on the whole I think I am being got at."


"My brother is rotten. He eats my food and bites me on the bum. He is everything that is bad.

I think he is probably a Penguin.

Whatever that is."


Friday, March 19, 2010

"We didn`t get to go to Crufts!"
Solitiare`s two - Fidget and Delia


It`s been a while - a combination of recovering from the awful winter and my usual poor health.

But I did get to Crufts, and enjoyed seeing the most impressive Open Dog class in years. I did not expect anything myself, but Crufts is one of those events you just don`t miss.

This year it was sponsored by a furniture firm, DFS, and I had visions of the benching replaced by sofas, which my lot would have loved, but alas, not a soft seat in sight.

Allegra returned to the ring - like a rocket. Years ago I used to hear about locals "stopping" racing greyhounds by feeding them black pudding and a pint of milk before the race. I should try this on Allegra. She bounced uncontrollably and informed everyone that she had not been fed for weeks, and were those titbits? She ate my chicken, and then climbed over the next bitch to get hers. She was an embarrassment.

Merlin, on the other hand, had been well sorted by her on the way down. He never uttered a sound throughout - a first, and a welcome one....it was strange to get through a show without the screeching arias I know so well. I`d love to know just what Allegra had threatened him with.....I suspect instant neutering had been the least of it.

All I brought back was a heavy dose of the Winter Vomiting Virus, which has laid me low for the past week.

Next week I will be the judge.

Just wait and see!

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