ALL FALL DOWN
THE BALLOON GOES UP
WHEN YOU GOTTA GO....
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
I TALK TO THE TREES...
THE SILENCE OF THE PAPILLONS (No, not really - yo...
PAPILLON AND CHIPS
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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"
Monday, September 02, 2013
Not enough. When we arrived, Cupcake, as usual was dripping and wet. Belle was fine. The bedding was fine. Angel, who had shared with her, came out sulking, with one ear down.
|"I sure got an earful!" - Angel|
Well, out came the spirit shampoo, and on with the cleanup of the toxic spill. Angel was not co-operative. She informed me that she was disgusted and wanted nothing further to do with this show. I ignored this and scrubbed away at the ear, wondering why I bothered at all.
Somehow I got the ear clean. Angel stated that it would never go up again. I had had enough ear nonsense from Cupcake, and was very firm with her. And sure enough, by the time she was due in the ring the ear was dry and up and didn`t really smell too bad. She swaggered about as usual and was 3rd in a large class.
Every show, something new and exciting!