Football may be a Thanksgiving tradition for a lot of people but it’s not mine. The National Dog Show comes on after the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade and that is where you will find This year I had to get a little creative since we no longer have traditional TV access. We don’t have cable and because of where we live the local channels are not much more than snow and static so it was an adventure. I’m glad to say that I got to see both the parade and the dog show. I freely admit to being an armchair judge and I think I’m getting pretty good at it. The thing to remember is that the dog is not being judged against the other dogs to the ring, but on how closely they resemble the American Kennel Club‘s breed standard.
I’m actually enough of a dog geek that I bought the AKC Dog Book which has all the standards and history of the recognized grades, well most of them, the edition I have is about two years out of date. The National Dog Show Best in Show was a Wirehaired Fox Terrier, personally I disagree with the judge. Before anybody says anything, yes I have a Golden Retriever, the Golden from the Sporting Group didn’t make it to the last ring and he shouldn’t have soul I’m not just saying that because “my dog” didn’t win.
As well as resembling the breed standard there should be an extra spark, it should be obvious that the dog itself wants to win. If you don’t believe me that a show dog knows when it has won I disagree. Several years ago a 13 inch beagle named Uno won Best in Show and when it was announced that he and his handler had won he started to howl and the audience actually joined in. For me The Wirehaired Fox Terrier did not have that spark even though she was pretty technically correct, but that’s just my opinion.
Thanksgiving food is still not finished yet but for me the best part of all of it has already happened. I have said it many times, but I really don’t know what I would do without Gideon.. He is bright, cheerful, and happy. I have yet to see anything phase him and he is never been anything other than polite and friendly to strangers. I truthfully think that my New Year’s resolution is going to be too strives to be more like my dog.
voting day in a small town (Photo credit: Muffet)
It’s the day after the US Presidential Election and whether you are celebrating the result, feel like you have a hangover because of it, or have a hangover from celebrating, we could all use some levity. I voted yesterday for the first time since Gideon (my Golden Retriever service dog) has been here and it was refreshing after the political tensions of the past year to see things from his view. I voted at our City Hall and there was a line of people outside the the room where the voting machines were set up. He walked in tail wagging, politely sniffed shoes and sat down to wait our turn. While I voted he power napped under the table. When we left he gracefully accepted compliments and perfunctory pats from volunteers and voters regardless of party affiliation with a tail wag or the occasional lick. I continue to hope that one day we can express differing opinions without the verbal brawling and bloodletting that often takes place. Maybe next time the candidates will take a leaf out of their pets books while on the trail and hopefully be better for it.
Wolf Moon on cold winter night (Photo credit: Andreas Kusumahadi)
People who know me from Tennessee would probably agree that I had the makings of a night owl to start with. Living with a boyfriend who works 7 to 7 has made it official I think. The dog is fine…. housemates take him out as needed though as soon as I can get my power chair here I will. On the days the boyfriend works I’m up at 5 and don’t really sleep until he comes home the next morning. On his off days I keep more or less “normal” hours. I’m pretty sure Gideon is still assured I am still human
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I took Gideon to the stable with me again today. I’m starting to think I should carry a disposable camera whenever I take him anywhere. I had several facetious dog napping threats made while we were there. Gideon actually licked Little Man’s nose. Little Man didn’t exactly know what to think. The first time I took him into a stable I wasn’t exactly sure how he would react, fortunately for me he acts like courses or just really big dogs.I still don’t know exactly how he will fit into the routine of things once I start traveling to horse shows, maybe I can teach him to help me tack up the horse, it would definitely be an interesting thing to try. It would give a whole new meaning to “the dog and pony show” that’s for sure.
What is the first thing you do in the morning?
The above statement can be found in the prompt section of the web site for National Blog Posting Month. In case anyone is interested they publish a new prompt every day Monday through Friday. This happens to be the prompt for Wednesday. The first thing I do every morning is probably something a lot of people do, I pet my dog. Every morning Gideon places his front paws on my mattress and pops his head up over the edge like a jack in the box, always with a smile on his face. This is not the part of my routine that I would wish changed, it’s everything after that. I can’t just get up and get on with my day, instead I must tolerate the necessity of someone first pulling me into a sitting position and then transferring me my electric wheelchair, not to mention the indignity of being dressed like a dull, though thankfully I can choose my own clothing.If I wished to change the piece of furniture on which I’m sitting I must once again be physically lifted out of my wheelchair and to the desired piece of furniture. The whole thing becomes very exasperating to everyone involved very quickly so I usually stay in my wheelchair most of the time. Even in the short time I have had himI have learned to appreciate Gideon and his happy Jack in the box routine every morning very much. It is by far the best part of my day.