New England is finally turning the corner toward June.
The first buds are opening on the crabapples.
The poison ivy is peeking out from under the rocks.
And microscopic dogs descend on the Maine coast.
We had a very lovely and relaxing show weekend in Scarborough – Friday went RWB (reserve winners bitch) to a 5-point on Saturday, which was nice, and I got to see a Best Puppy group with Toy entries that kept trying to hide under blades of grass and get into wrestling matches with small moths. The angle is awkward on this Pom because I had to wait until the judge moved the toe of his shoe, because before then all you could see was a little ear behind a shoelace. Sigh. I love puppies.