Full four days of dog shows in Portland, Oregon, are done and overwith. Phew. We were hoping against all odds to possibly finish Jaz's AKC Championship, but alas.....we did get one 4pt major from the 4 days of shows. He still needs 3 single points to finish.
The points were pretty much spread around, except as usual, the Pro Handlers got the lion's share of the wins. Don't know what to say about that except "that's the way it goes". As an owner-handler, we do our best....train our dogs, love em at home, and try to present them to the judges in a manner that shows their best attributes. Sometimes we win, sometimes we don't. In this case, Jaz has gained weight and that NEEDS to come off. ( I keep telling him he's not "fat".....just a bit "fluffy") Also, he was a poop two of the days....one of which he absolutely hated the judge and didn't want her near - let alone to be touching him. Go figure. Hey, maybe he didn't like her underarm deodorant....who knows. Ya deal with it the best you can and still try to keep a happy, well adjusted dog in the process. UNlike the pro handler who is traveling with the dog, and has no emotional ties to them, I CARE about how this dog is going to end up in the long run. The pro handler is there for the wins and the money. Period. He didn't deserve to win two of the four days.....and guess what? He didn't. He won the points on the first day, wend RWD on the second and the last two were just a waste of time and gas. Yup.....just another day (or four) at the dog shows.
Found out yesterday that I have cataracts. Lovely. I have an appointment on the 31st for a full evaluation at the Pacific Cataract and Laser Vision Center in Chehalis, WA. They'll dilate both eyes and spend 2 hours poking, pressuring, checking and telling me why I can't see. Then we'll see about an appointment for cataract surgery. I'm just so thrilled about that....not. Next person who tells me the "golden years" are great is going to get slapped.
Everything inside or out has either shifted, dropped, drooped, broken, slipped, cracked, deteriorated, aches, hurts, won't move or sticks in place. Yup.....good old "golden years". Ain't that just crapola.
Been up since 2:30am this morning. Nuther thing about getting old.....can't sleep much. Legs cramp up or knees hurt, so what's the point in just laying there w-a-i-t-i-n-g for the clock to chime the hours away. What the heck....come in here and see what kind of trouble I can get into.
God, I'm in a mood this morning. I sound like a grumpy old bear. So guess I'll wrap it up for right now and wait till I sound more human than grouchy old animal.
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