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.
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!



BarnSideYep, I was abducted by aliens.  I think that they were called humans.  But, now I’m back and I’m thinking that I would rather be with the aliens again.
Painfully, I liquidated Aussie Magic Antiques.  I felt like I was pouring money into a black hole.  However, before I sold everything at a HUGE loss I removed all the good stuff and the little stuff and the paper stuff and the stuff I really liked and stuffed all that stuff into my office on top of and below all my tables and into all the corners so that I could sell them online… someday.  Now the barn is empty and my husband is smiling and moving all his tools back into it.
After the initial shock was over, I realized that I didn’t need to keep staring out the window to see if someone was here and to always be dressed appropriately for company and listening for clients to drive in.  I didn’t have to go out each morning to hang the “open” flags, open the barn doors, turn on the lights, vacuum and turn on the security to catch thiefs.
This was a good thing because my office was so crowded it was very difficult to go in and out.  So, since I work much better in an orderly atmosphere and I have somewhat of a OCD problem I sorted through all of the things and boxed them and put them in front of the cellar door to go down stairs or in front of the porch door to go on the front porch or in front of the stairs to go upstairs.  As long as I was doing this I decided to rearrange my office because I didn’t have to look out the window anymore to see if someone had come into the driveway.
I decided to put all my antique pictures and frames in my upstairs bedroom closet.  So, I went into the basement and brought up all the extra frame materials to combine with them which freed up some room in the cellar to move down the boxes of things that I wanted to sell on the internet after labeling them.  While doing this, I found a grey frog.  It looked like a hunk of cement but when I went to move it, it jumped.  I suppose that it was mutated from spending its life in the cellar so I threw the poor thing outside hoping that it would turn green again.  Ugh!  After numerous trips up and down stairs I got all the pictures and frames up there.  However, this meant that I had to empty the closet which was full of quilts, chenille and antique coverlets.  I sorted those so that two of my sisters made out like bandits and I could actually store the rest into two chests with the quilts open on my spare room bed.  This got me down to about 25 quilts, 10 chenille spreads and 5 white coverlets.  Now I only have to sort through the pictures by size and put them into the closet.  Meanwhile if we have to get up in the middle of the night we trip on pictures or trip over broken frames.
This left the things to carry to the basement.  In order to make room in the basement, I had to move all the empty boxes into the other part of the basement where I had moved the pictures from.  As long as I was doing that I decided to sort the boxes into sizes and to order some USPS boxes to be ready for shipping things from my online sales.
I then tackled the things to go onto the front porch which were the antique books on the history of this area of New York and of the Civil War.  Also ephemera and postcards of the same and antique greeting cards that I had which all had to be sorted out to new or used.  Then, in order not to ruin them I attended an online course on “museumwise” on preserving and caring for paper which meant that I had to spend a million dollars on special boxes and put up shutters and sheets over the bookcases so that things wouldn’t fade.  When I walk by them I can’t wait to start working on my genealogy again and maybe I’ll even attempt a book!
This cleaned up the livingroom.  While rearranging my office I decided to paint my furniture with pink accents (the pieces that were painted already or were so scratched and old that they really did need covering.  I also needed to paint my pine organizers and set up the space for photographing the online items and hand the pictures and mirrors that I had moved from the barn.  However, I still can’t find the pink paint and my fish tank decided to leak so I had to stop and clean everything that had been in the tank so that I could give “Mow” to my sister.  “Mow” is short for mohawk which is after his hairdo.  He is a cichlid and needed a big tank which I couldn’t afford and which my sister already had.  I miss him already.
Meanwhile I decided to trim the hedges around the windows so that we could get some light into the house.  Unfortunately the North side is on quite a hill so that you (I) cannot comfortably and safely set a ladder so I have to get up on my tip toes and reach as far as I can to trim the top flat.  I was using one of those huge electric trimmers that sort of look like chain saws.  Unfortunately, since I was doing it by feel instead of by looks I didn’t realize that I was holding on to the guard instead of the handle.  My middle finger felt warm and I looked, three the trimmers, grabbed my finger to keep it together and ran into the house.  My husband was at the store and I couldn’t dial the telephone so I hit the automatic dial on my cell and called my daughter the EMT.  I think the speaker is on the other side of the telephone because she thought I said that I cut my finger off so she dialed 911.  Husband got home and took me to the medical center who said “no way”, “you have to go to the hospital emergency.  Which, of course, we did.  I ended up with 10 stitches.  6 slices down my finger (luckily, not across) and a fractured bone.  Well, that was fun but it still left the mess in my house to care for which then took me twice as long to take care of.
I’ve decided not to advertise my paper goods on the porch but to let people come and use them for reference if they wish and if they do not remove them from the property.  Meanwhile I’m reading them and putting thousands of pink stickers everywhere my area or my relatives are mentioned.
In other words – I’ve been a little busy.  However, we have had time to go up North now that I can leave the barn and take time off – which is wonderful.
And, this is only the first installment of the saga!  However, the dogs are telling me that I am an hour overdue feeding them so pictures later and more to write later!  I’ve missed you all my fans.  Thank you for writing and asking me where I was.  The aliens told me that you had written but I was tied up and couldn’t reply.  Love you!