“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"
Monday, November 18, 2013
Solitaire`s two are fat and furry, as broad as they are long and toddle about with very waggy tails and a serious expression. Life is full of challenges and surprises.
|Plush - very serious|
Cupcake`s two, on the other hand, have begun their education. They have been to training class. It was a bit of a shock the first time, and Plush decided that if she shut her eyes it just wasn`t there. Mr Wag gave it some thought and decided at last that his basic philosophy would apply here, so he went round and wagged his hardest at the strange dogs, with very good results. However, when Plush at last accepted that she was at training, not visiting some circle of hell, she walked on the lead. Mr Wag will not do this. He has made it clear that it is girlie nonsense, all very well for his sister but not for a real man.
|Mr Wag - "Why should I wear a collar and lead?"|
Their next educational step was to visit a show. Not to take part – just to take in the ambience. They were immediately appropriated by friends and passed round a lot of knees. It was greatly appreciated. Meanwhile Angel, who won Best of Breed, was assuring them that dog shows were Great Fun. Cuddled and stuffed with titbits, I think somehow they agreed with her….
|Solitaire`s little boy at 5 weeks|
They may have quite a future ahead of them.