“WHAT`S THAT, BOY? TIMMY`S FALLEN DOWN THE WELL?”...
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM…
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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"
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Busy for Angel, who has been at two Championship shows and placed at both. People have begun to comment on "the Angel look". When she goes into the ring, she poses, then turns her head and looks at the competition, with an expression of total contempt.
And as you can see, rather busy for her mother, Solitaire.
Two girls and a boy, very full of milk indeed! Just 5 days old in this video.
Friday, May 18, 2012
I had a look out to see if there was any easing of the rain. I stood at the door watching it hissing down. And I saw movement in the field.
A soaked little figure was making her way up, coat plastered to her, tail high.
Xena had got out, and no doubt had been after rabbits. In she came, grinning, with tail wagging, splashing me with rainwater. "I had a good time!"
Xena is 14 now, and I seriously doubt that she could run down even a lazy rabbit. What she can do is lurk at a rabbit burrow, waiting for her prey. (Although I must admit the effect is a little spoiled by her tendency to break into heavy panting with excitement and anticipation.) At least she can still strike terror into a bunny,and maybe that is satisfaction enough.
I got her in, and dried. The tail kept wagging. "That was a good day!"
Many more good days for Xena, I hope.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Poor Angel, who really loves all the attention that shows bring, is not getting out much this year. One way and another, it has been a quiet time.....well, quiet for me. Angel does not do quiet. Angel has a voice, and likes it to be heard. She is not alone in this.
Since the great rabbit hunting escape, all the Papillons have lived in a state of even more excitement than usual. Just as well they didn`t meet the large rather solemn bunny who was on the doorstep when I opened the door this morning: clearly contemplating ritual suicide by dog. He legged it, and will never know how close he came to being breakfast for the gang.
The two Chin, on the other hand, are quiet and unadventurous. Shelby is a student of nature, and would have inspected the rabbit closely. Ella is only interested in sources of ice cream, cake and chicken, and her experience of manipulating humans would have led her to believe that this furry long-eared object would not be producing any of those any time soon
Here are the gang, having some early morning exercise.
Angel, as you see, is very keen to get rid of all traces of that show bath as soon as possible......