“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"
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Mr Wag is now in Ireland – another boy gone west to make his fortune (or not). He has settled well – he would settle well anywhere. And he is with his dad. Both are to come back.
Sparkle has become really keen on showing. He has only been to 3 shows, but at the big Scottish Championship show he strutted and posed and was Best Puppy in Breed. I was amazed. He was not. I think he expected it as his due. He really is very arrogant. and in the Puppy Group, while we were waiting, he intimated to the puppy standing next to him that its presence was not wanted, and he had to be picked up quickly. We had a really long wait that day, but he didn`t care at all, and didn`t tire. Perhaps this comes from his attendance at shows as a baby, when he quickly decided he was the guard dog, protecting the girls. So he never slept. He sat up and watched. Mr Wag, who clearly thought he was an idiot, was, I think, not included in his watch.
|Sparkle - everyone say "awww!"|
I was delighted to see Cupcake again. And he did remember me. He looked a bit puzzled though – who was he going home with?
So Sparkle came home with a large rosette. And an equally large ego. It was not even dented when he didn`t get Best Puppy at a very disorganised show the next day, and being seriously admired did him no harm at all, even when he treated the admirers to his tiny growl as a warning not to steal his girls. He doesn`t realise that his big eyes and melting expression only elicit “awww!” from his admirers. In his head he is a Dire Wolf.
Well, arrogance is a big help in a show dog. However it goes, I think Sparkle will enjoy himself.
And that`s the main thing for a show puppy dog.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
A busy time, with lots of shows and some success, particularly with Cupcake, who is doing really well in Ireland, thanks to expert handling. He is coming over here this weekend, and I will be delighted to see him again – and hope he remembers me!
The puppies like shows. Sparkle is convinced that he is six feet tall and the most macho dog in the world, and shows are created only so that he can be admired – much the same philosophy as Angel. Tess Trueheart is very earnest about the whole thing, and needs mum to be there, but she beat 15 other puppy bitches first time out and won a rosette bigger than herself. They are both at a puppy growth stage, where their limbs look in motion as if they are tied on with old knicker elastic and granny knots, the age where you just hope it all comes right.
Plush has decided she likes showing. The judge really doesn`t want to eat you, and anyway has probably just had lunch.
|"You wouldn`t believe what that vet did to me!" - Mr Wag|
And then there`s Mr Wag, who has always loved the whole business, and is really up for anything. He has been doing well at shows, but not so well in the health department. He has had two goes of balanitis, an infection of the penis, and the other day visited the vet again for this problem.
My vet practice is in a little country village and is run by an older vet and a young one. Last time Mr Wag was seen by the young vet, and had a long lasting antibiotic injection. He didn`t mind that. So he wagged hopefully at the older vet.
I explained about last time. “Well, my colleague and I agree to differ about the treatment of this. He gives an injection – but I believe irrigation is the best way.” And he produced a large syringe full of bright pink liquid and proceeded to squirt it right up his….well, I leave it to your imagination. It is a very tender area, and clearly the pink stuff was rather nippy. YOu could have heard Mr Wag, who is always very vocal, 20 miles away. Several of the large dogs in the waiting room tried to hide, or head for the door. (Mind you, the cat in its basket looked very smug).
“That should do it!” said the Vet. Mr Wag, standing shaking with glazed eyes, clearly felt that he had indeed been done. “Mind you, it is likely to come back.”
I decided on the spot that if we did have to come back, it would be the needle next time.
I just hope that the next time Mr Wag is put on the table at a show, he does not look anxiously for a large pink syringe concealed about the judge`s person…..