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"
Sunday, February 19, 2012
"Well, really I think I deserved a much bigger rosette. With glitter, and a lot of bling"
Having won Special Minor toy Puppy, Angel challenges for Best Puppy.
THERE`S NO BUSINESS LIKE.....
And the big day of Angel`s first show arrived.
It was complicated by the fact that, having been washed and groomed within an inch of her life, she felt it imperative to go out and roll in....well, never mind what, but I used a lot of bad language as I hauled the stinking little object in and immersed it again. She was unusually quiet about it this time. And I didn`t have time to use the American shampoo and then the French one again - but washing up liquid removes anything.
So we set off down the road, and although she was sick as usual, she is developing a useful talent of not sitting in it.
She had a wait for her class, and sat on my knee and watched the show, and sometimes watched me, in case the washing up liquid should make another appearance. Open shows are full of all sorts of dogs, to which she awarded imperious stares of contempt. I checked to see that her class did not contain a Pekingese. I have found over the years that Papillons have considerable difficulty in accepting Pekingese as real, and not terrifying hallucinations. They smell like dogs, they make dog noises....they look like fugitives from Area 51. I think it is the black flat face that does it. Angel had met some at training class, and was appalled. She had adopted the standard Papillon reaction of screaming hysterically, quite out of character.
However, there wasn`t one. She strode into the ring, and did it all perfectly, with great assurance and an obvious awareness that she was out there redefining cute. And she won. And she expected to win.
She had to go back in for the Best Puppy challenge, where her opposition was a much older Bichon Puppy. She turned to see, and the look of contempt she gave it brought a ripple of laughs round the ring.
But she didn`t win that time, and was most unwilling to leave the ring. "I haven`t done the walking bit! I know what to do - I`ve been trained! Clearly you haven`t!" I carried her off, wriggling.
I think Angel and I will be having some fun at future shows.
Monday, February 13, 2012
"The showring? Bring it on! Everyone should have the privilege of seeing ME!"
JUST AN UPDATE
Not much going on here that I would want to blog about.
I am still trailing off to the hospital every day for treatment, which makes me very tired .
Allegra lost her litter, and I am trying to build her up again.
Angel goes from strength to strength. At 6 months, she has decided that she is very much the superior being, and drives the adults to distraction. They all take to higher ground, and perch up on the backs of chairs and sofas, looking very sour indeed, while she prances about and pesters her long-suffering mother, who rolls her eyes at me- "see what I have to put up with!".
However, there will soon be a big change in her life. Her show career begins next week. Angel hits the ring this weekend.
And then we will see.