THE EYES HAVE IT
OF DIDO AND DRAINS
OF SONJA AND SQUIRRELS
SHE`S LEAVING HOME...
STILL THE SAME PROBLEM
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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, March 19, 2013
|Traffic I`m really glad not to be out in |
We were at a local show last weekend, and it took place in a blizzard that would have made Captain Scott think twice. I could see the venue just vaguely from the car park, and it was difficult to get the dogs in without each one accumulating a little cap of snow.
As the judging went on, the snow drove relentlessly down. I could see the judge glancing out at the weather, then speeding up. People left early. We worried that we would never get home. We did not wait for the puppy class.
|"You can have enough of this white stuff!"|
Last night we had a further blizzard, leaving 4 inches by morning. And it snowed on. Even the dogs - even the young ones - lost some of their enthusiasm. I didn`t dare go out, remembering my last trouble on the road.
Damp dogs everywhere. All very jolly. Even the Chin managed to get wet...and nothing looks worse than a wet Chin. especially when it is scowling at you for allowing this weather to happen.
So we stayed in and watched the disruption on TV, and I shuttled dogs in and out and tried not to think about the next heavy snow promised for the weekend,