The dog show is over and Karla and I are back from Colorado almost safe and sound.  My brain seems to be functioning again after two weeks and Karla now thinks she is Queen of the pack (but she still takes a wide berth around Sam who is REALLY cranky lately). 

We met new friends and old friends and only one really stupid person (which I brought to her attention).  I was sure I wouldn’t recognize anyone after so many years but guess what?  They didn’t recognize me!!!  Am I that much older looking?  Everything went as per usual.  Since my feet hurt, we took the easy way and asked for a wheelchair.  Why doesn’t everyone do that I wonder?  For a tip they zip you right to your gate thank goodness.  It has been so long since I have flown from a large airport I just couldn’t believe that you had to take a train to a plane! 

I had sedatives for Karla thank goodness!  I put her into her Airpod which slides over the handle of the suitcase.  The wheelchair pusher parked us at the gate.  I let go of the handle.  Karla wiggled.  The case and Karla fell over.  I grabbed for her.  The wheelchair fell over.  The entire terminal ran over to stare at the poor disabled lady on the floor who was helped up by the stewardess who stood beside me until I was on the plane.  I then gave Karla a sedative and ate my portion of the three peanuts shared by all the passengers.  At Chicago where I changed planes I noticed that Karla had her head stuck between the metal bar in her bag and the mesh and was just hanging there.  The company has yet to answer my letter.

Theresa and Chris came to get me which was very nice of them because I forgot the time change which made it at 10:30 pm and everyone had to get up early in the morning.  They were even nice enough to drive through McDonalds so I could eat.  I shared my burger with Karla and that was the end of her eating kibble…still.  (By the way, I absolutely love Chris and his son!) 

Monica was my chauffeur.  I think she wanted to put a tag on me with my name and address because I was so exhausted that I could never remember where her car was or make any decisions.  The only decision I made was that I WANT ARCHER!  He is absolutely adorable and could do one of Beamer’s tricks.  That was jumping back and forth from bed to bed.  I was in stitches.  I think though that he was as nervous as I.  Archer’s arrows go straight to Monica’s heart so I doubt she will let me have him.

Karla turned into this thing.  Here is this shy dog that I was worried about even taking into the hotel that saw a Great Dane and tried to attack it!  Good grief!!!  She was even patient when it took me about five tries to get my door open and pretended not to hear what I said when I broke my coffeepot.  The maid left a nice note:  1.  Turn on power, 2. put thingee in thing.  Leave thingee in thing because the hole you made is not to pour the coffee into the where the water goes, 3. pour water into water hole (they could label them) and press “brew”.

One of the shows Karla and the other undocked Aussie were dismissed from the ring.  I was so angry that I cried because I could see that yes, having a tail is not in the standard but I guess having feet pointing in all directions and a head on backwards is just fine.  Pamela saw that I was about to go in and kill the judge so she made me sit down and talked me into just asking the judge if they were dismissed because of their tails.  Of course the answer was “OH NO!”.  I actually smiled, shook her hand and left.  None of the tailed Aussies did as well as I expected.  Karla won her class but that was about it.  Karla felt like she had to ride in the back of the bus and drink out of a special water fountain just because her spine wasn’t amputated.

We had a wonderful party with the dogs and people running together at a beautiful house hosted by Katrina and David.  The next door neighbor came out of his door with a black lab, saw all these Aussies coming around the corner one by one non stop, turned around and went back in his door.  It really was hysterical.

Finally sad goodbyes and I go up to the desk to pay and they charge me over $100 per night!  I still have to straighten that one out.  Luck was with me again with Pamela walking up at the same time to tell them it should be just $80 something.  Of course the manager wasn’t there.  So later.

Got home smoothly due to wheelchair pushers and crashed.  In the middle of the night I wake up screaming because my back hurt so much.  I stood up and my feet didn’t hurt at all.  You figure that out.  I gulped one of  Hubby’s back pills and went to the foot doctor as scheduled and found that I had plantar fasciitis (sp).  So, he molded little ballerina shoes with COLD water and I will get the insoles in the mail.  I set up an appointment for the back.  Next day I thought I had the Camel flu but half-way through the day realized that I forgot to take my pills.

I’m not even going to mention what happened with my wonderful historian job and hubby and I decided to go up North tomorrow for the rest of the week so something else could happen bad to me (aside from the fact that we are having a difficult time selling our house and now they are putting a machine shop next to us).  This is in an agricultural zone.

Well, now that you all know that things have been normal with me I bid you adieu and warn you that you should probably stay as far away from me as you can!

How To Get Rich With Your Own Money

For all of you that are not going to be going to the Australian Terrier Club of America’s National Specialty tomorrow, I am going to miss you. Karla is going to miss you. The more people there – the less I will notice. Of course, no one could help not noticing regal-looking Karla but as for me, me is going to hide! Karla looks so regal that I can’t hope but what she will grow into regalness. As for now, lets not talk about the way she acts except that she is pushing here to become boss woman of the pack. But, she has such a funny way of doing it. If someone (human or otherwise) is getting attention to me she very happily knocks them over so that they can’t get close to me. If someone (dog) has something the wants, she runs over and bites them and then starts screaming like SHE is the one being killed and rolls up in a ball. I think the other dog is so surprised or disgusted (in Spider’s case) they just leave the room and let her have the bone. If she wants something from me she just starts barking (loudly) so I pity Theresa Shreader at the hotel when we get there. Perhaps we can get a padded, soundproof basement room if we ask.
Back to you who are not going to the specialty…I have a hint for you. This is important so listen up. Pretend that you are going. I want you to get out your suitcases and go through the motions because this is what happened to me! I must have slept in the correct feng shu position last night because I got out my suitcase and opened it. I usually hide my money everywhere because I once got my wallet stolen at Chicago with checkbook, cash and credit cards in it. I went to put some case in my hidden compartment in my suitcase and wahlah!!!! There was $52 in there! Stupid me told hubby so he took back some of the money he gave me.
I packed my suitcase and since I can only have two items on the plane I went to put some cash in the outside of Karla’s bag but wahlah!!!! There was $71 in there! I didn’t tell hubby. Then I put on my outfit I was wearing (and it’s cold here so I’ll boil there) but there was no pockets. I remember I had a little cash and ID folder that hangs around my neck and went and got that. It was pretty dusty – last used on the Mississippi River Boat Cruise (by the way, wonderful cruise) and wahlah!!!! There was $57 dusty dollars in there! So pack everyone, pack! No wonder Hubby says I spend too much money and I say that I don’t. I just don’t remember where I put it! At least I have my priorities straight for the path that I am on 🙂
It is now 10:43 and I am beginning to really get nervous. I will be nervous until I get home and then be so relieved that I will forget all my money. All the dogs know something is up and are stuck to my leg. I had to get something out of my already stuffed suitcase, naturally, and Sam grabbed Karla’s treats and swallowed them so poor Karla will have to share my hard-boiled eggs with me on the plane. Last trip from here to Wisconsin all the passengers had to split three peanuts so I brought my lunch this time. I’ll probably be mobbed. Since they are in the outside pocket of Karla’s bag and, of course, smell like sulfur, I will just blame it on her. “Whew! This dog has gas!!!” The pocket also has three miniature Jim Beams in it because I refuse to pay $5 each and can now only pay $1 for a glass of ice water.
Since my feet are still paining me (it may be plantar fasciitis) I will go to the counter and ask for a wheelchair and they can take me to where I have to go and I get on first! HAHA!
Well, my husband just asked me when we should leave so it is time to panic. Remember to pack everyone!!!
Am I rambling here?

Coming In On Two Wings and a Prayer

Well, I guess Karla and I are down to the wire here. This is the last day before flying off into the “wild blue yonder”. Please don’t be wild, yonder. Yesterday I kept myself busy by trimming the grass around the trees on my hands and knees until the battery died on my clippers (about two hours, which is good for two year old clipper batteries) and which gave me hives from something. I was happy to see that my huge decapitated dead tree had toad hiding in the holes between the roots and behind the grass. I don’t want to scare them so I always say “I don’t see you Toady but it’s going to rain so go inside. Usually when I peek into the holes there are 2 – 4 eyes peeking back at me. What I love are those teeny tiny toad that you see jumping around.
I clip the grass with hand clippers because I believe that weed whackers hurt the trees and cut the bark off. And yes, I hug them. (The trees, not the toads) I was in agony because FIVE (that’s 5) times the people in hard hats and baskets in the air came and amputated limbs (and a body!) in one year. These are very old and huge trees. The house was built in 1886. Wish I knew when the trees were planted.
Anyway, I picked out my outfits which I’m going to change today and then we went to get the Subaru which had gleaming new brakes. On to Walmart where I don’t usually shop but I really needed a one stop for everything this time. For six items, at the end I wished I had used one of those carts. I DO have to get my footsies fixed. (after I get back). Home again by 6 pm with the dogs thinking they had been deserted and were going to starve to death (I do hope Paul feeds them while we are gone). Then two short movies while I sorted through historical things that were in the vault at the Old Town Hall. Ewwww. Compost in the making.
Now today….what today? Some of my friends on Facebook are on their way to the show in Colorado and sending cheerful messages about their journeys. Do they have “cheerful” pills or something? Not sedatives to relax you but…I KNOW! When my older sister and I were little there was a patch of rhubarb by the swing set. We would pick some, take a bite and laugh ourselves off the swings! She lives at the homestead. I’ll have to call and see if she has some.
Karla is as calm as ever (pretty weird for a puppy less than one year old) and is sitting like a lion next to me. Perhaps it’s her tail but I’ve never seen an Aussie sit like that. Do you think perhaps she is part collie?
Can’t put it off any longer. I must get a-goin’ and start worrying and changing my outfits and getting out my list! Adios Amigos! When something goes over your heads you can look up and say “It’s a bird!”, “It’s a plane”, “NO! – It’s Superdog!!!”


So here we go again.  Everything is under control but only because I am following along by hanging onto it.

Three day ago the six of us (Paul and I, Spider, Sam, HarryIt, Karla) got all groomed and (except Karla) , packed up the car and trailer with plastic buckets filled with clean towels, rugs and linens and other sundries that we would use this summer and headed up north to Camp.   Halfway there the brakes started groaning and grinding and the tarp started unraveling but we made it.  Everything was in good shape except for a small hole in the corner of the Camper Trailer which meant that all lines that were there had to be taken home to be dried and that next trip up will be spent sealing the roof.  Our fault as our daughter had been ragging at us to do that every year.

This was Karla’s first VACATION and all dogs knew that word except her.  She didn’t even get excited when the suitcases were bring brought out.  Once in the car she decided that she was to have the space between and behind the front buckets and sat and watched the scenery for 2.5 hours while all the others were asleep in their normal places.  It was a learning experience for her completely so Paul and I never left them to go into town once we got there.  We just ran over and borrowed our daughters stuff that we had forgotten.  This was a good thing because even though we call Karla “Goofy” she ain’t so dumb.  Just kind of klutzy.  The first thing she did was push out one of the screens as I was walking by but she learned that that was a “no no” and I could use some suggestions as to how to keep that from happening again.  Next she learned how to walk (while very excited about the new smells) in the woods.  What fun to run around a tree with me running around calling her to come back so we could unwind.  Then she learned that you poop when you are on a leash outside.  At home I just open the door to the dog yard.  This was all good practice for the Colorado Specialty coming up.  She learned each of those things within an hour.  Oh yes, she learned how six can sleep in a queen sized bed during a thunder storm in a tin can.

The way home the brakes were a bit louder but no one seemed to mine except us.  It’s amazing how long 2.5 hours feels with grinding brakes.  Luckily the camp is in the foothills of the Adirondacks and not the middle or other side and on the return the trailer was mostly full of laundry and not eaten food.  There were more birds up there than I had ever heard.  More bugs maybe?  There sure were a lot of mosquitos!  I even heard a thrush – my very favorite bird.

Everyone was happy to be home and attacked each other going through the door.  My new insoles which help with the footsie pain a bit arrived in the mail and I started grooming Karla for the show.  Not too hard because I had kept her up and I got everything done but her legs.  I am NOT happy with her tail set.  Of course you can’t see it because unless she is really excited about seeing Mr. Wabbit outside you can’t tell.  It was amazing how much hair came out when I had stripped her down to nothing before.  And as for her nails – I swear to you that I drew no blood but she screamed and acted like I was amputating her foot off.

Today I was lucky and got an appointment with my orthopedist who liked my insoles and took several standing xrays of my footsies and told me that my feet were built correctly, there were no broken bones any more and he couldn’t find one thing wrong and referred me to a podiatrist when I get back to the show.  This is good news, but it is bad news.  Then we went on to the Vets (Paul had to drive because it hurts to drive standard and I wasn’t going to drive that brakeless thing, and Karla was very brave and wagged her tail at all the other small and big dogs and wanted to play.  She got her health certificate and clearance for heartworm and lyme and then slept on my lap all the way home.   She’s still sleeping so I won’t tell her she has another grooming session tonight.

Meanwhile, I’m going to take a nap.


Soon they hit the rocks!

News from Huron, the Famous Resort City on Lake Ontario in NY (Meaning NOT New York City!

So, today is the day that I report to the courthouse to be “a potential juror”. I’ve only been worrying about this for two years when I got out of it because I was sick. Then, two months ago I got the dreaded letter that I had to fill out and return and then one month ago I got the summons and then today I have to be there by 9:15.
The good news is that at the moment it is not snowing. I think it is about 20 miles through the countryside and this has been a horrible winter for snow and of course I’m worrying about blowing snow because it is windy. I’ll have to bring my worry stone.
Paul woke me up on time. OMG! it was dark. I am so spoiled from not having to travel to a job. I get up, pick up the house, get dressed and start on the computer anywhere from 11:00 to 2:00 and only work to 5:00 or 6:00 then eat and iron, sew, whatever while watching a movie and then to bed. The dogs keep me on schedule. Like right now, as soon as I put on my sneakers, all four are lined up at the door because this week my Mother discombobulated me by have a stint put in and I’ve been out every day. Usually I dust the floor with my socks.
What to wear? Nothing formal, no rags, so I picked a sweater, skinny jeans and (believe it or not) matching sneakers. LOL! The sweater is yellow and blue, the skinny pants are blue and the sneakers are yellow and blue.https://aussiemagicvintiques.wordpress.com/wp-admin/media-upload.php?post_id=506&type=image&TB_iframe=1
What to take with me? A book, naturally I’m reading a big hard cover (Phelps and Gorham Purchase by Thomas), teeny weeny stickers for the book because I’m taking a teeny weeny purse, my license, my medical records, and, because I don’t worry, my DNR instructions, two Kleenex, my lorazipam for when I won’t take the oath because I’m a member of the Religious Society of Friends. I may chicken out on that one and a LARGE bottle of Jim Beam for the courtroom because I’m sure the Judge will need it. Oh drats, I thought I would get by the security check without having to put my stuff in a tray but I forgot about the keys. Should I leave my coat in the car so I don’t have to hassle with it? They confiscate your phones so I’ll leave that there. (Not that I ever use it which makes my daughter want to steal my lorazipam.
What a week. Mother is fine and I THINK I almost have a job as the Town of Huron Historian! It pays $.67 per day but I’m excited anyway AND I got my first Social Security check so I’m RICH! My husband is very excited that this will help him pay the bills (he thinks). I sort of celebrated by buyins some more dog-show clothes and shoes and entering Karla into some shows. And, knowing me, I called my handler (OMG he has grey hair now) to stand by for Syracuse and Springfield. The first two are matches and handling seminars so I can pretend I’ve never seen a dog leash before. This puppy is so shy! I took her over to see Mom and there were three other dogs there and my sister and brother-in-law and, as usual, we all have such similar views (not) that when someone started I about the Tea Party and Obama, Karla jumped on my lap and it was three to one and we argued to my coat and gloves and slipped out the door. I have to do some more research so I can back my opinions up. I didn’t even know who the Koch brothers were and I pronounced the entirely wrong way. Well, I should have known…Henceforth keep thy mouth shut on religion and politics! I’m going to be just wonderful working for the town! LOL! That is, if I live through this day or get picked for a trial that is 12 months long. Where is that worry stone???
As usual, my house is a complete disaster because the floor washer is broken and I ordered the parts 1/20 and they shipped them 2/16. I think I need to hire Billy across the street to use his plow in here. Karla’s favorite toys are the dust balls and she looks kind of like a wire fox terrier of a strange color when she comes up to me. I also need to go through Petfinders and pull the Aussies to list on Australian Terriers International. I should get RC involved in that. Some of those people really need his advice and vice versa but I’m not sure how much he uses Facebook. Another favorite place in Dunham Lake Aussies where Karla came from. I can honestly say that with the exception of four people they are my best friends. However, it isn’t time to worry about Colorado yet and stuffing Karla in the air pod. She isn’t going cargo even if I have to cut her legs and tail off.
Well, noodles, that’s the news and all the news from the Miller Zoo in Huron. Visits are allowed – $10.00 for adults and $5.00 for children. Beds and food extra. But, you ain’t gonna find Huron, NY, anyway. It’s in a black hole although it does have a web site AND MAYBE MY NAME WILL BE ON IT!!!!! They really like me a lot because of my mouth. That was my 10th application. LOL!!!


Today, I feel like ranting and raving about the AKC in general. Now that I have caught up with everything and am ready for Christmas I can concentrate on something that I truly love and that something is dogs. In 1984 I obtained my first pedigree dog (or he obtained me) by me feeling sorry for him and stealing him from the neighbor. I thought he was a large Yorkshire Terrier and kept waiting for his hair to grow but it never did. I then found out he was an Australian Terrier (who ever heard of an Australian Terrier?) while looking through a dog book and finding a picture of Robert and J.F. Kennedy playing with one when they were children. He was the King of the Block until I got him at which time I had him get a vasectomy. Yes, a vasectomy, because I still wanted him to think he was “king of the block” even though he was on the end of the leash after I got him.
I decided he needed company so after doing A LOT of research I found a breeder who was having puppies and purchased a female “not for showing”. Then I started taking her to obedience classes and hey, as long as I was there, conformation and showing classes (much to the Breeders embarrassment). The first show she went to, we walked up to the Judge and she rolled over on her back to have her tummy rubbed. Needless to say, although the Judge was very nice by asking if this was our first show, Lucy didn’t come in first. Eventually, Lucy got her Championships in both conformation (beauty) and obedience but I have to admit that it took a lot of money and time to do it.
Meanwhile another Breeder must have either felt sorry for me (there were some tears when the Judge didn’t even look at her) and said she would get me a good puppy if I wanted. So, I got the pick of a wonderful litter of beautiful puppies. This one had the right attitude for showing. Perhaps he had a little too much of the right attitude because when he would be posing for the win he would also be ripping the ribbons from the Judge’s hand and knocking over the sign and I got blisters on my hand so I hired a handler. But, he was beautiful and he got a Best in Show and was invited to Eukanuba and was in the top 10 and went to Westminster twice. (All stories in themselves).
After obtaining some more females and finishing them (getting their Championships) I decided to become a breeder and did well for several litters but, as usual, disaster struck and I had a litter of puppies that I don’t even want to think about. Two survived but I spayed and placed the females and neutered my male. My last show dog was in 2005 and he obtained his championship when less than one year but had to be euthanized at the age of 2 years. That was it. The gene pool in Australian Terriers was too small and I was not getting any straight answers (or any answers at all) from other Australian Terrier breeders (even those belonging to the Australian Terrier Club of America) so why would I want to repeat my mistakes and go through that again? My thoughts were that perhaps other breeders had had litters like mine and since the malformations were obvious when the pups were born they just disposed of the pups and said they had small litters. Why would they want to give their breeding programs a bad name? Especially when they had been working on them for years and years?
Knowing how wonderful the Australian Terrier breed was I just couldn’t keep away from them and I found a couple of groups on Facebook that had them and kept talking about them and then there were the Breeders on them that were having puppies and people were getting puppies and I was just dying! So I decided on a breeder and told her I would like a show pup in 2015 but would like it to be a pup whose parents were from out of the United States. No problem. Then a Breeder in Sweden had a litter and I couldn’t stand it so I asked for a pup and she said yes! But, I got strong again and cancelled the order and told her I couldn’t get one until 2015. This past July a litter was born that was mostly from out of the US and my Karla is sitting beside me now. See how strong I am?
Now comes the ranting and raving:
When you show a dog you try to show one that is as close to the standard as possible. A standard is a description made by the individual breed clubs of the perfect dog, in this case made by the Australian Terrier Club of America. This standard is to be read by the judges of the American Kennel Club and learned by heart and who are then allowed to judge the Australian Terrier. Our standard has explicit descriptions of all of the dogs parts, how they move, how they are put together and their personalities. Not only do they have descriptions but they specify what deviations from the standard are more important than others. They tell you how the Australian Terrier should be and in that description certain things are to be PENALIZED, such as “in any color, white markings on the chest or feet are to be penalized. In other words, if you take a dog in the ring with other dogs and your dog has white it can still win but the other dogs would have to be much worse than yours.
WORSE than penalized is a FAULT, such as light colored or protruding eyes, cobbiness, too long in loin, straight, loose and loaded shoulders, down on pasters, lack of muscular development or excessive muscularity, all black body coat in the adult dog, tan smut in the blue portion of the coat or dark smut in sandy/red coated dogs, shyness or aggressiveness toward people. A FAULT is worse than a penalization and in my opinion you shouldn’t even embarrass yourself by bringing a dog with a fault into the ring and wasting the Judge’s time with it.
Karla has a tail. A beautiful wagging, just the right length with just the right amount of hair and just the right color of a tail. However, Australian Terrier tails are described as docked. It is not something to be penalized and it is not a fault but it is in the description so if I were to take Karla into the ring against two other dogs and they were all the same, Karla would lose because of her tail. If she was a bit better then she would win regardless of the tail.
In Europe it is illegal to dock the tail of a dog. You cannot show them if they have docked tails I believe (I’m not sure about this). So if I were to purchase a dog from Europe it would have to be at least eight weeks old and would still have a tail when it got over her. At this time I would consider that tail to definitely be a part of the spine and I would NOT dock it and I would look down on any veterinary that would dock it for me. The argument that tails get injured is hogwash. I suppose if a leg got hurt you would amputate it. Same with a tail. But remove it for no reason except that some person thinks it looks better shorter? The same with ears. Actually I like the looks of people with smaller ears so I think they should go to the doctor and get their ears docked please so that I don’t have to look at big ears.
Here we go: In the last Australian Club of America (ATCA) newsletter under “Corresponding & Recording Secretary Reports” it was stated that a letter from a Judge (I assume it was an AKC Judge) was received as follows: I am a newly approved terrier group judge. Like all judges (I certainly hope) I want to do what the parent clubs feel is right for their breed. I recently had an entry of 5 at an all breed show. Several had undocked tails which I found to be a terrible distraction to proper outline. None of these dogs possessed what I would call a “distinct keel” called for in your standard. I also judge dachshunds, and maybe I am expecting too much. However a hollow front is offensive to me in your breed.
I did not place the Aussie in my group simply because of the lack of a “distinct keep”. I felt the lack of a keel impacted the right outline and front assemble. Please help me with both the tail and the keep issues. I would like to have parent club understanding on these issues. I have placed a fine specimen of your breed group 2 at least twice recently. Thank you.

It was reported that the Judge’s Education Chair responded describing again for the Judge the correct front assembly for the Australian Terrier and quoting additional references regarding the same and then requoting the standard that states that the tail should be docked.
Had I been Corresponding Secretary of the ATCA I would have responded to the Judge that perhaps before he/she be allowed to judge, he/she should aquaint him/herself with the breed standards that he/she will be judging. I would ask how this person got a license to judge when he/she could be so distracted by a tail. Does this judge also get distracted by the person holding the lead of the dog? Or, perhaps, what that person is wearing? I know that these things do happen and it is VERY discouraging to the owner of the dog that has put time and money into training and transporting their dog to the show. The dog is in the ring for only a few minutes and receives (we hope) even less time of the judge’s attention. It is unfortunate that that time is spent not looking at the dog but being distracted by a tail, or by a nice leash or by a spectator waving their arm.
However, luckily, I will never be the Corresponding Secretary of the ATCA (more about that later perhaps), because if I were, there would be a mass mailing to all judges stating that they should try to remember that all dogs should have tails, eyes, ears, noses and at the very least….kisses!