It has been a hectic couple of weeks (/months/years). I’ve had things to post, and have been too tired at the end of the day, or the internet was running slow, or both. Time to play catch up.
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Part One: Lookouts and Hidey-Holes
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Now that I have the giant room in the basement, Dex lays himself out on the steps to the upstairs. Because, you know, there is a kitchen right behind that door. With food. And kitties.
I know I’m a tad biased, but I think he has the prettiest, sweetest face and expression. It does not speak of brilliance, but he is a lovey boy.
“Oh no, it’s the pupperatzzi…”
“No photographs, please!”
Ella, on the other hand, has a go-to spot – the place she goes to when the suggestion of nail dremeling or a bath has been aired.
Where’s Ella?
I tried getting a stick and prodding her out, but this was not very successful, and now I wait for her to think the danger has passed and snag her when she comes over to curl up on the couch.
This time, I think it was a bath.
Oh, the dismay.
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Part Two: Oh Thank Heaven For Little Girls
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Perhaps it was the result of me walking around for a couple of months thinking, “Geez, I wish someone would show up to help me show all these frickin’ dogs…” (Thanks, The Secret!), but a couple of weeks before the Buffalo shows I was approached by a mother and daughter who I had met at the local show in Stockton last year, where I took the blue pupplets for their first show experience. I’m not sure what they intended to happen – if they were interested in learning about Cardigans, or if the girl was looking for someone to mentor her, or if the mother was looking for something different and fun for her daughter to do – but all of a sudden they found themselves showing dogs!
I have really hit it off with Hillary and her family. They seem to be very intelligent, even-keel people. I talk to her mother, Charlene, a couple of times a week, though my current work schedule has not been very good about allowing meetups. Hillary has a strong performance background, and the greatest little Jack Russel named Dixie. They also have a Great Pyrenees names Lance. Hillary is sixteen and much, much better at agility than I am. She will soon be better than me at conformation, too, though that is not much of a feat. She has the most impressive natural ability with dogs that I have ever seen. Mine all loved and obeyed her right from the start.
Junie B. worships her.
We’ll be putting in a lot of practice time, and I’ll probably be bringing her to whichever big show – either Louisville or New Jersey – I end up deciding to go to in March, and to the National.
Below are photos I took at one of our conformation classes, of Hillary working my dogs.
Lucky me!
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Part Three: The Whelping Box of Doom
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I convinced Amanda Lowery of Alkemi Vallhunds (who is co-instructor for GoGo’s class at the agility center) to let me build her a whelping box, as I’ve been having a whelping-box-building hankerin’ and have no reason to build one. It became known as the Whelping Box of Doom™ because of the large number of woodchips my eyes collected during the routering process.
It was built so that it could be broken down. Here it is in its various bits.
The small “starter” box with removable pigrails.
The front is removable for when the two boxes connect, if desired.
In all it’s glory…
With the front on.
With visitors.
With test pilot.
With its new owners!
There have been suggestions that I sell them. If interested, drop me a line.
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Part Four: Erie Kennel Club Dog Show
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Hillary washing dogs. This is the best part of having a helper.
A VERY unamused June Bug.
Dex getting the curly-butt treatment.
Random picture of GoGo being a horndog. “Hey, sweetheart…”
And, oh, the trophies! Ella’s BOW from Saturday was chocolate.
The two throws were Ella’s BOS trophies from Saturday and Sunday
Three umbrellas, one for Dex’s WD, and two for Ella’s WBs.
And the too-expensive braided kangaroo leather lead I finally broke down and bought. It was custom made overnight by the wonderful man at Terrapin Craftworks, and was ready before I left the show on Sunday afternoon, so I promised to give him the good word. Guess who it’s for. Go ahead, guess.
Some very tired girlies.
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