Thursday, May 31, 2012

There's No Business Like (Dog) Show Business

I have been participating, in varying intensities,  in the "Dog Show Game" since 1981.  Some folks call it a sport, but those of us on the "inside" call it a game.  I have no idea why, because it's a game that even if you win, you lose.  You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

This is Carrie, a spoiled sweet pet and the Chin's best friend.  She is Patrick's daughter.

This is a hobby with short-lived results to say the least.  You can win big one day and lose the very next.  When I say win big, I mean big in bragging rights, because that's about it.  When Mark showed reining horses, he was stressed because he pretty much had to win to be able to afford to keep showing.  He would work at our machine shop, then often catch a plane to meet up with his horse and trainer.  He made a couple of runs, then would hop on the plane and beat it back here to get to work.

We never made big bucks, but often he would win a couple thousand or so (this was in the early '90s) so he could make entries, pay the trainer and support the horse.  He also brought home lovely and valuable bronze or pewter trophies that he could keep!  (In dogs we have had several that we had to pay to add our dog's name to by an engraver, then ship it back the next year to the club to be re-used.)

Well, us dog folks aren't under that stress because we know going into it we are gonna lose a pile of money, effort and time win or lose.  There is no real prize money, though I've gotten a few bucks here and there, not even enough to pay for the entry.  For what you say???

It's definitely an intangible "thrill" if you win, but a really tangible loss either way.  For instance, I don't particularly like to drive hours and hours to go anywhere, much less a dirty old fairgrounds (or worse) for a couple days, then drive back.  The winters are cold, summers sweltering and it rains here in Ohio pretty much whenever you don't want it to.

I rarely do outdoor shows because I don't have a motorhome to lounge in and keep the dogs (and me) cool.  I am not thrilled about port-o-lets and restrooms without soap and often toilet paper.  I usually have barfing dogs to clean up from car sickness and can never find power to use the hair dryer as folks hoard it.  So if there is a wall hand dryer in the restroom, I stick my poor dog's face under it to dry.

You spend a fortune on gas, food, hotels, entries, parking, tolls, supplies and don't give a thought about all the other things you could do with that money.   Specialty shows (for individual breeds) come with airfare, cabs, hotels, $50 dinners, donations, etc.  But we go to meet up with folks we don't see very much and show off our newest dog.  If you don't like to handle your dog in the ring, you can run up a heaping bill with a professional handler.  I always worked for food, travel fare, diet Cokes, whatever.  So, I've handled a variety of breeds for some wonderful folks.  I've shown Chows, Flat-Coated Retrievers, Yorkies, Goldens, Pulik, Shih Tzu, Japanese Chins, Westies, Lhasa Apsos and others.

Jordan had stunning movement his whole life.  I would hear strangers commenting on him ringside.

Truth be told, I love the results of grooming a beautiful coat that's to the ground like a Yorkie.  I love it when I actually get a good topknot in that stays put.  But I really don't like grooming under pressure with time/space constraints, people walking by distracting the dog, having the dog act squirrelly because of noise or heat or cold or whatever.  I always, ALWAYS manage to knock over my liquid hair spray on the tiny grooming table and have to grab up the dog.  Cokes frequently get spilled.  What a mess!  I also seem to forget to pack something important and have to beg or improvise.

So, you go into the ring and your dog acts up and you are done for... or "viola" you win!  You collect your ribbon costing well under a buck and thank the judge profusely!  If you are really lucky, you may win a trinket or two, but mostly nothing or nothing you want.  (Author's note:  I got a comment from my friend Nanette reminding me also of how everyone is your friend when you lose, but folks can turn on you in an instant when you win...see comments.)

Then finally, you earn enough purple ribbons to call your dog a champion.  It's an exciting time.  But, since most of us breed to get the next new show dog, we don't use our males for outside stud services or sell show puppies.  There is way too much bother in that to be worth it.  Trust me.

So, why do I do it?  Dunno.  Will I keep on doing it?  Yep, probably now and then the rest of my life.  There is a thrill to see a lovely dog sweeping around the ring and watching the right one win.  (That does happen sometimes.)  If you love dogs and have never been to a show, look one up in your area.  Try infodog.com and click on show schedules.  You will see many beautiful dogs!

Here is a handful of "blasts from my past." 

One of the main reasons to show dogs is to have gorgeous puppies and smell lots of "puppy breath!"  Jordan is the one on top of course!

Joy is Carrie's littermate and shown/owned by Sheri Clark.

Patrick finished his championship quickly.  One of the easiest dogs to show.  Patrick is Joy & Carrie's dad and co-bred/owned with Barbara Alexander.

Minnie was my first yorkie, a gift from Barbara Alexander.  She is Patrick's mom.

Shee-ra was a puli owned by Rick Burch.

Kate was owned by Pat Siehr and Judy Dexter.

Max was owned by Barbara Alexander.

Kissy was one of my very favorites and owned by Barbara Alexander.

It's finally raining!  Yeah!  Since I can't mow, I'd better bathe a couple dogs!

Until next time,
Gale

Saturday, May 26, 2012

The Garden of Good Intentions

When you finally buy your first home you spend a lot of time imagining all the wonderful things you think will make it perfect.  Then, little by little, you hack away at your "to-do list" thinking once you get that done all will be well with the world.  Keep dreaming baby!  That list never, ever ends!!

For the purpose of this post, I am going to skip the interior list and just talk about landscaping.  Believe me, that will be enough!

When Mark, the kids and I moved here in the Fall of '98, we literally had a house sitting on dirt.  We opted for more land and a smaller house.  Good decision except for lack of indoor entertaining space.  The couple who started building this house divorced mid-way through the build and abandoned it (with they say, about a month's work left.)  Too bad I'm not talking about the interior because Mark was left with appliances plunked in the kitchen with the cords cut off some.  But I digress...

Outside was a total wreck.  No steps to get in the house or sidewalk or anything but 5 acres of knee-high weeds and dying trees.  Eventually all the trees died but one and it wishes it were dead.  The top isn't looking great.  The previous owners plunked large silver maples (a junk tree) and several large pine trees, then didn't water them during the heat of summer.  Mark suspects someone sold off the topsoil, so we have cracked clay.  They left a hole for one last tree which Taylor promptly fell in and Mark filled the first day.

Over the years we added good trees, flower beds, a fence, a 1/3 acre wildflower field, dozens of fruit trees (that didn't all make it,) a strawberry bed and millions of bees.  I put annuals in one pot, fill three flower boxes for the porch and add three hanging ferns.  The rest are perennials, so you would think we wouldn't have much yard work (aside from the endless mowing.)

Let me say, with the exception of my family, friends and pets, there is nothing I love more than Round-Up (or it's at least a close second to chocolate.)  I'm sorry if we ruin the planet, but we are in a weed war that we intend to win!  I'm just sorry the weeds don't wilt to the ground the second they're sprayed like in the commercials!

A fellow came into work to buy a washer or something and when we discussed delivery directions, we realized that we were practically neighbors.  Turns out he drives by our house daily.  He isn't the first one to mention Mark's workshop and the odd things that spill out of it...steam engines, old trucks, tractors, but then he mentioned how he admired our whole street with their "neatly kept houses, lawns and barns."  OMG!  That's very flattering and all, but when I came home that day and saw my sort of high grass, weedy flower beds and the hen house with foot high grass around it I became overwhelmed.  We've created a landscape monster!

Mark and I were talking about ways to cut back the work.  He suggested me foregoing plants.  LOL.  That will never happen anymore than him getting rid of his bees and million trees!  So, we decided that we'd work on the yard when we could and live with the rest (and buy 5 gallon jugs of Round-Up!)  I'm not making any additions to the yard for the foreseeable future.  From now on it's maintenance and mowing (and eating my way through the grapes, peaches and strawberries as I do it.)

So here are some "Scenes From Our Garden 'Hood" before things start to die off from neglect, LOL!

Asiatic Lily

Peony-- Did you know if you pick one in the bud stage, you can put it in the refrigerator for up to 6 
weeks and it will still bloom when you put it in a vase?

It was hard to work in a garden center and not get attached to the plants, so I did buy a few little things. The peony below morphs from bright salmon to pink to white and I'm told it took 40 years to develop.

Hawaiian Coral peonies


Then it goes to white...

It appears the peaches are doing well this year...



I never seem to get to the strawberries before the critters!  Luckily, the bed was full this time!

I just spotted these baby grapes!


My Garden Guidelines for 2012:


1.  No new beds this year.  Actually clean up the ones I have!  Planting too much to realistically maintain fills your good intentions with weeds, followed by guilt if you don't have time to weed.  Also, watering and spraying takes time, especially during our long droughts.  Gardens shouldn't make you feel overwhelmed!


2.  If I have to have a new plant, I will put it in a pot.  That way you can put them where it's easy to take care of them.  


3.  I will remember to spray my roses on time.  Once a month, under 80 degrees.  It shouldn't be hard as I've killed most of them...


4.  I will pull off lots peaches and pears to make room for larger, healthier ones.  I hate doing this, but last year I had tons of little golf ball sized peaches and the pears nearly broke branches off the tree.  I did do it last year, but apparently not enough.  


5.  I will beat the birds and insects to my fruit.  Why do birds just take a bite out of one, then go on to another???  Annoying!  This year those can go to the chickens.  They will love that.


I think this is more of a wish list than an action plan...


Until next time!
Gale

Friday, May 18, 2012

1st Anniversary Edition: A Little of This...A Little of That...

Hello!  

I can't believe it's been a year since I wrote my first post!  This is #60!  I hope I've kept you entertained and maybe even learned a tiny bit????  Since I am not a comedienne (and have never even played one on TV--but we'll get to that in another post,) I hope you enjoy the topics I share that aren't necessarily funny.

As I glance over the past year's posts, there are just a few updates:

RIP "Rocks Anne" the Barred Rock hen.  We clipped her wings, covered 98% of the pen with netting, yet she constantly escaped.  One night nobody counted beaks and she wound up roosting on the coop's flower box.  Something got her. 

As I type this, I see a young bunny in our orchard.  Run, bunny, run!  No worries.  Ivy is now blind, nearly deaf and very arthritic.  Tucker and Jordan have long passed away.

Mark's bees have been swarming practically daily.  He is up to 27 hives.  I won't be mowing the orchard... one got me in the eye a few weeks ago, so I am done.

Audra has finished her first year at Ohio Wesleyan and is working in the Lowe's Garden Center moving hundreds of plants around.  

Taylor went to Disney World with the Marysville High School Marching Band and played in the "Spectra-Magic Night Parade."  He had a lot of fun, but now understands why I will never do another long bus ride.  He had no a/c down or back.  I can't believe they didn't get it fixed.  They were there 5 days.  The windows don't open either.  The band did a great job and I am proud of them!

I started at Lowe's Garden Center the first of April as a quasi "assistant" live plant specialist.  Very unofficial, but I answered all the questions I could.  I do know a peony from a pine tree at least!  Last week I moved into the Appliance Department as a Sales Specialist.  I get air conditioning and permanent benefits.  Yeah!  I don't have to water the dryers either.  (But there are rows of stainless steel appliances to wipe down...)  My favorite customer question so far:  (Me wearing bright red Lowe's vest)..."Excuse me, but do you work here?" 

I haven't done much with my yard because I would get home pooped and stiff (and sick of plants in general.)  I'm just now beginning to renew my interest in caring for my plants.  Audra took some photos of what is blooming here now.  Mostly, bearded irises this week.  I don't recall all of the proper names, but they are still lovely!

Bearded Iris "Creative Stitchery" or "Stitch In Time."

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Bright Purple "Dusky Challenger"...Dark one is "Study in Black."

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Bearded Iris Basics:

They hate mulch.  Leave most of the tuber exposed to air.  If buried, they will get mushy and possibly attacked by the iris borer.  Yuck!  

They sort of thrive on neglect.  Part to full sun.  Fertilize if you feel you must.  Let die back in the summer on their own.  Best time to divide is August.  They may be mad the next year and not bloom after a move, but they will get over it.

Coming Soon:  Another Gale's Gallery!
I will be posting several "new" mediums over the next year, so stay tuned!

This is the scarf I knitted for Audra during the election day job.  It is made with discontinued ribbon I had in my box.  Of course, I didn't have enough and had to search the internet for another ball of it.  It likely was discontinued because it was miserable to work with.  You need large gauge needles and had to hang onto it because it was very slippery.  Never again, even though it is a cool effect.


Well, that's it for this week.  Thank you all for a very fun year!!  Please come back and tell your friends!!!

Yours truly,

Gale

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes...


Hello everyone!

I have been soooo busy working that I haven't had time to write a new post, so here is another oldie, but I hope goodie article written several years ago.  I thought it would be appropriate to share this week in honor of the upcoming Mother's Day...Enjoy!  Don't forget to enter "Dash for the Stash!" drawing May 1st, 2015.!


My son Taylor taken while riding the Viking ride at Busch Gardens about 5 years ago.

Capturing Your Children’s Words Will Give You A Lifetime of Laughs!
Kids say the “darned-est” things!  I should have recorded some of the funny things my children said in their “baby” years.  Like most parents, I was just too busy and really thought I would remember the “big ones.”  I don’t.  I highly recommend taking the time.  It’s never too late.  I started jotting down "Taylor-isms" when my son was six and have lots of fun material to use in scrapbooks, conversation and my future grandchildren’s enjoyment.  (I promised myself I wouldn’t embarrass him in front of his friends with it.  Hope I can keep that promise!)

Taylor is an out-of-the-box thinker.   He’s very innovative and smart, preferring to draw schematics and build motorcycles, rockets or cardboard houses than doing schoolwork (or cleaning his room.)   His pre-school teacher described him as a child with a “unique perspective.”  His Kindergarten teacher called him “the coolest kid I’ve ever met.”  Cool, maybe, but hard to keep in the real world. 
                                                                                                                       
Taylor’s language skills didn’t develop quickly.  He let everyone else finish his sentences until recently.

So, he often made up words or descriptions that only he can conjure.  Here are some of my favorites:

Windshield wipers =  “Swishy swashers”
Meatballs =            “Beef balls”
Spatula =            “Splatula”
Eagle =            “the America bird”
Wizard of Oz’s Tin Man = “Metal Man”
Eraser =             “re-raser”            (pronounced re-racer)
Remember =            “renimber”           
Fly Swatter=            “fly-splatter”
Before = “later ago”
Electrocuted = “lightning-acuted”
Coupons= “free tickets to buy money”
Elastic waistband= “bungie”
Paying forward= “catch ahead”
Window shades= “window blades”
Captain Underpants= “Super Underwear Guy”
After his dad looked up a phone number, he gave Taylor the phonebook to put away.  Taylor asked, “Are you numberized now?”
When asking for more pizza he said, “Can I have a little more bit?”
Once when he was carrying something heavy he said, “I think I’ve got a hand load!”
He was going crazy one day and I asked why.  “Mom, I have to build something right now!  I have too many ideas and I need to empty out my brain!”
When I asked him what outfit to wear he said, “Blue would be more fashioner.  It would match out your pants.”
While showing me around at the top of a playground castle he said, “It’s the top, but not the least!”
After watching Donald Duck one day, Taylor was puzzled.  “Why did Donald brush his peck (beak)?  He has no teeth!”
When asked to try something new he said, “Let’s do it the always way we have.”
            I was calling him into the house when he replied, “I’m on my way to back!”  (meaning: I’m coming)
I was having a lot of trouble getting him ready for school one morning.  I asked him what was taking so long.  He said, “My feet go slow at the starting of the day.”
He’s outgrowing his clothes quickly.  But instead of telling me his underwear was too small he said, “Mom, my underwears (sic) have sharp edges.”  (meaning: the elastic was cutting in)
One morning I went into wake him and he had no covers or pillow.  He said, “They must have sloshed off.”
While shopping for a new toothbrush, Taylor was allowed to choose his own.  After he did so, I asked him why he picked it.  He said, “Because it was more color-ie.”
He was tired one morning, but I had to get him ready for the sitter’s.  In an effort to speed him up, I told him he could go back to sleep there.  He said, “It’s not much comfy there.”
After a grueling trip Taylor was too tired to get out of the truck and go into the hotel.  I told him he was too big to carry, but I would hold his hand.    He replied, “ But mom, I don’t walk with my hands!”
We passed a dead groundhog and a raccoon apparently hit on the road one winter afternoon.  Taylor explained they died because “they didn’t get hibernation.”
We were driving by some woods in October and discussing what happens in autumn.  Taylor said it looked “like a rainbow in trees!”  He sees beauty in everything.  He was drawing and grabbed a handful of colored pencils.  He said, “Isn’t this pretty?  Like a bouquet of pencils!”
            He has a very thoughtful side.  As we were nearing the airport to drop off his dad for a business trip Taylor asked, “Is this the airport?  This is where I’ll start missing you.”  On the way home he asked me if I was older than dad and I said I was.  He asked, “Then why aren’t you taller than him?”
I was reading Taylor’s math homework questions to him.  One activity was to write down some tally marks, count them, and then tell someone how many you made.  He looked puzzled for a moment, and then the light came on and he said, “Hey, wait a minute.  You’re someone!” 
We have electric fence lining our backyard to keep my husband’s dogs from escaping.  I was getting ready to turn it off for the kids when Taylor admitted he’d already touched it.  He said, “But it didn’t really hurt.  It just made me feel a little wiggly.”  Once  his leg feel asleep it said it was “static.”
I was having one of those awful diet shakes for breakfast one day when Taylor asked about it.  I told him I was drinking it so I would get skinny.  He replied, “Well you aren’t too skinny yet.”  Then he asked to taste it.  I told him to only take a small sip and he complied because he only wanted to “get a little bit skinny.”  The next time I opened the fridge he asked, “Mom, are you going to drink another one to get skinny faster?”
One day last fall my husband had been in the bathroom in our front hall.  He politely left the fan on and sprayed some evergreen air freshener upon his exit.  A little while later Taylor came home from school.  He walked through the front hall and yelled “Hey mom!  What’s that smell?”  Before I could say anything, he said, “It smells like Christmas!”  That would not have been my first thought!
He turned down a snack one afternoon because “Eating time really stuffed me up!”  I also know not to serve him gravy “toppling over his biscuits.”
School was cancelled one winter day and he said “Why?  Because the snow drowned us?”
Sometimes Taylor points out truths I’ve ignored.  “Hey Mom,” he said, “usually when you say ‘in a little bit’ it really means a very long time!”
Taylor made a Mother’s Day card with a drawing of me knitting.  He wrote adjectives of me around it.  One was “createful.” 
He was trying to explain himself for not doing his chores.  He said “doesn’t it ever recur to you…” 
Like most children, he has always wanted to go to New York City, especially to go to FAO Schwartz.  He asked me, “Is that a five layer store?”  (Meaning:  A five story tall building.)
One night he came in to our room and gently tapped me awake.  “Mom, my throat stops at my neck!”  Of course he was trying to say his throat was swollen and sore.  
We all thought that he would grow out of this, but now he is 16 and still cracks us up with the occasional Taylor-ism.  He doesn't even realize he's saying something unique.  We do though!
Here's wishing all moms out there a very Happy Mother's Day!!!

Until next time,
Gale
PS:  Here are another couple witty Taylor comments he has made recently.  At the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame a sidewalk vendor was selling "ice cold water."  Taylor said there was no such thing.  If it was that cold, it would be ice!
Audra left out some roast pork overnight and although I knew I would have to throw this rather large piece of meat, I said "Boy, I wish there was some household test available this to see if it was really bad.  Taylor said, "There is.  It's called a dog."  (Now we would NEVER hurt our dogs, but it was funny!)