Another morning spent in a very hot Tremadog, lots done, including getting the new bed and bedroom sorted. It looks great to me, so here's hoping Mum likes it. The storm last night did nothing for the morning temperature, and I struggled to move the furniture and shop in a manic Tesco. Anyway, I'm pleased to say by the time I got home, it was dramatically cooler here.
I've asked Steve to help me hang up the beautiful crochet of Kaiah. He was a little off about it and said, 'Well, you didn't ask for it!' To be honest, I gave it to him with both barrels. I don't think he realises how much this means to me. When people close to me lose a beloved animal, I try and do something positive to show love and respect to the animal and a grieving friend, even if it's only a card I try, yet I only got one card when I lost Loki. Hell I know everyone is different, but I did feel it, so this crochet, this is special to me. The fact someone did this for me, well I'm so touched, and I was genuinely speechless, and as I said, just so taken aback that someone would spend so much time and effort to do that for me!
So some of the bitchiness I mentioned after Cheshire continued and resulted in me having words ringside with one of the culprits at Blackpool. How dare she? How fecking dare she behave and speak in such a manner? Not so long ago we all welcomed her to the breed with open arms. The young around our rings need encouragement and support; they are the future of the GSD! To suggest that I would put my dogs in the hands of someone who is not responsible enough to handle them is to slander both of us, and I was seething. To be approached at Cheshire by a third party and told that my judgement had been questioned was bad enough, but for her then to approach someone else first thing in the morning at Blackpool pushed me too far. Does she not realise that, whilst she's been in GSD's for just over 3 years, I've been friends with these people since the early to mid 90s? Of course they are going to tell me, and I'm so glad they did. There simply is no room for her likes in my circle of friends, in time I may forgive, but I will never forget! I felt I'd let myself down a little by getting into an argument ringside; it's not what I do, but in order to defend my friend, I had to!
Owen has been to see the pups today. He's smitten with Mr Orange and Miss Pink and sent the photos of both. I hope to go back next Friday and give them a more serious look. Hopefully I can get videos and photos in stance and maybe go back one last time just before they are 7 weeks. I'm a little bothered that Nicola and I both have eyes on the same pup, that would be so difficult, as though on paper I have the pick – I could never take her heart puppy from her. I've been there with Aria, having to give her away absolutely broke me at the time, but I have to tell myself that if she'd stayed, none of the Blaniks I've known since the "A" litter would have existed; my line carried on through Seffe instead of Aria, Seffe became my best friend! It's funny how one decision can change the course of life's path so dramatically. Aria was a top-winning female and the mother of "Champion Lararth Houdini," and here I am still waiting for my champion, a dream which never seems to come true for me! Of course I could buy in, but the dream has always been to be a breeder, not a buyer. (Though of course an Orin pups is still 50% my line, just the top instead of the bottom of the pedigree!)
Ross seems ok. There are enough antibiotics for tomorrow, so let's hope our senior man will be Ok after that.
