"SHE GAVE ME AN EARFUL!"
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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, September 29, 2013
No, not dead. He has gone abroad to seek his fortune, as many young Scots have in the past.
We were in Ireland at a show, and he was admired by an Irish friend. She studied him and then offered to take him and show him for me in Ireland, under FCI rules, where Phalenes are judged separately, (unlike here where you are depending on whether the judge of the day is willing to accept drop ears as equal to erect ones.)
|"It`s a very big world out there for a little dog..." - Cupcake|
I had to think about it. I am very fond of Cupcake, and he is seriously attached to me. But this lady has a wonderful way with dogs, and hers live long active lives. And, as I have pointed out to Cupcake, dropping his ears was not the best career choice in this country. Eventually I decided the offer was far too good to let go.
So Cupcake was handed over, and was very puzzled indeed. Where was Mum going? I told him to be good.
And off he went. As it turned out he settled in well. And of course he will be coming back to me in time.
I still remember his new handler`s face when I told her his name. I could see her thinking “And I have to say that out loud in the ring…?”
But he is in very good hands.
We shall see if he manages to make his fortune.
But Angel will never go away from me.
And after all, Cupcake will be back with me in a year.
My eye is much better, thank you, and now I have to wait to have the other one done - don`t know how long.
dogs "Woodgies". He definetly is a Woodgie. But as all young men in his year-abroad - I doubt he will write home very often.
My family emigrated to America in 1919 - but eventually my father came back, in 1937.