Here are some memories from our CWCCA Nationals experience. We started by having Lindy and Bailey herding instinct tested during the CWCCA Herding trials (Charlie and Bonnie were tested too). As you can tell both girls (as well as Charlie and Bonnie) think they were born to do this! Wait they were born to do this, I am thinking some herding lessons might be in our future.
Get them sheep
Frosty did me proud and STAYED during her Beginner Novice runs and did a good job earning not only her title but also 1st place in both trials.
Here are some blurry cell phone shots of my main man PJ in his Veteran Sweeps class with me and with a very talented young handler Mackenzie Mann showing in the regular Veteran Classes. Mac made him look beautiful and I thank her very much for offering to take him into the ring. He looked wonderful under your magic Mac hands!
It was a great nationals week and I had a great time connecting with both old and new friends. It was fun introducing Cody to her first Nationals, I hope she had fun. We closed out our Nationals by spending time with Kathy Davis and Sharon Young in Atlanta prior to their flights back the Arizona and Alaska. Sharon and I got to take a quick trip over to Stone Mountain Park for lake walk so Banner got to close out the nationals vacation as the host dog. The secret lives of showdogs.
Last week was very traumatic for me. It is still so very easy to cry. It is hard to lose our doggy kids and losing one is heartbreaking but losing two in the same week is world rocking.
Once a dog comes into my home regardless of how long they live with me they are always a part of my family. Puppies placed with new families, older dogs retired and placed with their forever families and still part of my family. I celebrate their joys and successes and when they leave us my heartbreaks too along with their families.
Wicca’s loss hit hard but it was compounded by news that the day before a very special boy also left us for the Rainbow Bridge.
Henry was a beautiful puppy that I purchased from Harrison’s of Winbucks Cardigans, a wonderful pedigree and he was a puppy with lots of potential. Sadly for me he didn’t quite grow into his potential and I decided to find him a forever family to live a wonderful companion life. Along came the Huffman family, they had already lived with Frosty’s sister Phoebe and I was thrilled that Henry would have such a fabulous home.
It was luck for Henry he lived with the Huffman’s since around 5 years ago he suffered a disk issue and they were able to get him to rehab, something that was not available to me. Sadly it was this same issue which led to his loss. I am forever thankful that he had such a great retirement home. Whenever you place a dog you one hope is that the home is even better than yours. It sure worked that way for Henry.
Henry was a very soft and sweet boy which is why I always called him Henwy and his family had a previously well loved Henry so Henry became Teddy or Teddy Henry or just TH.
He was a sweet boy and he will be missed.
Winbucks A Means to Fly
10/11/2005 – 4/21/2015
Until we meet again
Solstice Keltic Beltane Fire
The Power of the Dog
There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passsion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart to a dog to tear.
When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But … you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!)
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.
We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-term loan is as bad as a long–
So why in–Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
Wicca will be 14 next month. It is hard to believe it has been that many years. She and Luna were my first creation, what a proud day that was. I worried and watched each day, are they growing, are they healthy? always watching. As always with the circle of life we are back at that always watching stage.
Old dogs, you love them forever but forever isn’t long enough and Wicca is getting old. Every day is a gift and a worry. She is sort of deaf and her eyesight is weak. She sleeps hard most of the day and if that was the bulk of her worries I’d quit worrying so much. But sadly like her mother, her rear is getting weaker and weaker. She has a hard time getting up and standing. She has a peculiar hobby horse gait when she moves around the yard. She has less and less control of her bodily functions. It makes me sad and worried. I watch her every day; I look into her eyes and watch her reactions. She doesn’t seem to be in pain and I suspect DM is causing the deterioration. I know for the quality of her life I will at some time have to help her cross the bridge. It is hard, you want to be selfish and keep them with you as long as possible and you want to keep your promise to always take care of them by letting them go before they lose the quality of their life. My biggest fear is making that decision one day too late.
So for now, she enjoys her food and sleeping on her twin mattress. She still likes spending a few minutes in the yard sniffing around and exploring, so today is not the day. I’ll keep watch so I can keep my promise.
Hello, it’s me Frost! I know it has been awhile since I reported but just thought I’d catch up with all my friends.
I’ve been sort of busy with my new job. Mom and I are starting obedience work. It is fun, lots and lots of treats are involved and as everyone know I love treats.
We go to training class at the Atlanta Obedience Club and even though Mom knows I’m really not ready I have actually competed in some trials. I tried hard because I am a good girl I have passed my Beginner Novice class twice and I got 1st place both times. I only need one more “leg” for my 1st obedience title. Mom’s excited, I just want more treats.
Maybe I should have reminded Mom of the whole “treat” thing when she took me to talk to the animal communicator lady when we went to the dog show in Louisville, KY. She was very nice and asked me some questions for Mom. I told Mom thanks for making my back feel better. She took me to get a massage before we talked to the communicator lady and I wanted Mom to know I liked it. I also told her I liked the new cover for my bed. Auntie Cody made a new cover for us and I really liked it when we used it the first time at the big show. Mom asked me if I was having fun and if I liked obedience? I said I did but I really didn’t want to work very hard and I really don’t understand all the waiting things she asks me to do. They don’t make much sense to me, she walks away and then I know she is going to call me so why do I have to wait? I know she wants me to come be with her so I just come without waiting.
Mom says I am going to the Nationals and I get to do obedience and Daddy PJ gets to be in the old dog class now that he is over 8 years old. Mom says Auntie Cody and Charlie and Bonnie are going too.
That is all I have to report,
Oh, how we in the dog fancy bitch and moan about the American Kennel Club, just recently we went crazy when the AKC launched its updated website. We complain about the judge’s selections, the rules for events, the registration process, Breeder of Merit program and any other thing we can think to complain about.
But folks, those of us in the Fancy should be bragging about being the AKC’s #1 fan. Remember the AKC is a club of clubs. In other words the AKC is us and we have a really weird relationship. Think about it, the AKC is a multi-million dollar business run by a bunch of dog people elected by a bunch of other dog people. The dog people hire other people who may or may not be dog people to handled lots of the business and sometimes the business people and the dog people don’t understand what is important to the other. That is all pretty weird and confusing don’t you think?
In spite of how the AKC is run think about all the stuff they do on behalf of dogs and the people who love them:
They maintain the registry and supports 1000s of dog events.
AKC /Canine Health Foundation
AKC PAC- Legislative Alerts
AKC Reunite – Lost and Found service
Pet Disaster Trailers
Kennel Inspection Programs
PR and Media Relations
Responsible Dog Owners Day
Junior Handler Programs
Breeder of Merit Program
Canine Good Citizen Program
Education Programs and material (both online at http://www.akc.org and printed)
This is all just stuff I can think of off the top of my head.
So let’s all try and remember that WE are the AKC and it is up to us to lead by example. So let’s get involved with our clubs, talk to our delegates and memberships and let’s make sure that people know that the American Kennel Club isn’t just about snooty rich people, the AKC is about US (even if we have to remind the AKC sometimes too). Let’s all be a force for good and remember it is all about the dogs!
#AKCnumber1fan, #AKCdogs, #AKCrocks, #ILOVETHEAKC, #AKCCardiganWelshCorgi, #AKCit’sallaboutthedogs
Every time I pick up a lead it is my privilege. It is my privilege that this wonderful creature has agreed to be my partner.
Regardless of the outcome of the interaction my dog tries hard to understand a sometimes complex, confusing and unnatural set of instructions. It is my privilege that my dog is willing to try.
Regardless of the outcome any errors rest on my shoulders. I wasn’t able to make my requests clear for my partner. It is my privilege that my partner is willing to forgive.
Regardless of the outcome of subjective judging the dog I took into the ring is the same dog I have the privilege of taking home.
It is my privilege from beginning to end, always.