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April 2011


The Stuff about the Thing

If you are a Cardigan person, you are almost certainly talking about Something that happened at Nationals this year. I thought for a long while about whether I should even blog about it, but I didn’t want people to think that silence meant I was hunky-dory with it.

But here’s the thing. What happened is not something that you need me to explain to you, or something that you need to be taught about, or something where anything I say is going to change your mind. It is an issue that people either immediately thought was Wrong or people didn’t care about. So my hashing it out here won’t make anybody feel any better or have any chance of changing the situation for the good, which are my basic criteria for anything I post.

So I am just here to say that I think what happened was wrong. My conviction of its wrongness has nothing to do with who was involved; I would think it was wrong if it had happened between the Pope and David Frei. It would be wrong if it was my dog. It would be wrong if it was my precious heart-of-all-hearts dog and I had only hours to live and Olympic Gold and the future of American pride was on the line and a John Williams score was playing. It was the situation and the decision that was wrong, not the names on the nametags.

Anyway, I am putting my little flag in the hill of “wrong,” and I am sorry it happened, and I am even sorrier for those who were personally hurt by it and didn’t just feel the sting of the principal involved. And that’s all I want to say, and I apologize to the non-Cardigan people for leaving you in the dark but I think saying much more about it can only hurt people. I hope we all have a fantastic weekend and that everyone’s journey home from the Nationals, or from your house to the beach, or from your porch to the coffee shop, or from your recliner to the TV remote, is safe and happy.



Meet Quizzy, our “rent-a-puppy”! She just came home a few days ago from Propwash Farm; she was one of the baby Australian Shepherd puppies I photographed in January. She’s four months old now and EXACTLY what we needed. She’s a breath of fresh air and wiggle and she sleeps on my feet and adores the kids and the Corgis think she’s some sort of ultra-tall Cardigan deity and follow her around staring at a mysteriously tail-less bottom. She’s not – NOT – ours. She’s here because Leslie Frank is a great breeder who knows that puppies do best when they have a bit of vacation from the home pack, and we were longing for a puppy to do all the spring stuff with. I don’t even know her pedigree all that well; her dad is Vinnie, who was BOW at the 09 Aussie Nationals; I know that much. Her registered name is Propwash Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me and she is making us very happy right now. Many more pictures to come!


Letting the days go by, letting the water hold me down

This week has been… good heavens. I have many stories to tell, and many e-mails and comments waiting, and many posts to write. But not tonight, and not tomorrow, and not this weekend either. To all those waiting for responses, I beg your tolerance for a few more days. All is well here; dogs and kids and cats and chickens are healthy and happy and tell me they don’t mind being ignored too much as long as I keep shoveling guilt-induced melted cheese sandwiches (Bramble) and layer pellets (hens) and tasty brown dry balls of crunchiness (Percy) at them.