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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"
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......
As you can see, no health problems with the Paps......