:Whoops..and then there were 3!
Posted: February 20, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain, Gompa Lhasa Apsos 9 CommentsWell…it seemed she was done. She was content. I couldn’t feel another puppy in the wings, waiting for the right moment to come into this world. Or I wouldn’t have gone to work!
Rick phoned me yesterday, about 11:30AM. He and David had come to the house from the workshop to have lunch. Rick noticed Nagpo’s bed was pushed almost outside her crate. She and the puppies are in the bottom half of an airline crate, within a 2 x 3 puppy playpen. The playpen is lined with newspaper, covered by a large fleece pad. The entire playpen has a curtain pinned around it, creating a secure den for mother and puppies. It also keeps a certain nosey Labrador from poking his nose where it isn’t wanted. Anyway, Rick wanted to put her bedding back in the crate. He removed two puppies and started adjusting the bedding. David asked if he was going to remove the other puppy. Other puppy? Sure enough!
The final count is 3. Two females and one male. All are thriving. Nagpo is a calm, nurturing mother.
You may recall that Keeper is the sire of this litter. Several months ago I wrote in detail about the decision to introduce Keeper. If you missed that post, search the word Keeper, using the search box in the upper left hand column of the blog. It’s the post titled Very disappointing news about Ranpa. The Gompas are all named with Tibetan names. Nagpo, for instance, means black in Tibetan. I thought for this historic litter, something similar – yet different – would be appropriate. I mentioned it to Shirley Clark (one day soon I’ll blog about Shirley!) over the weekend. Shirley always has great names for her dogs. She also has been supportive of the work with the Gompa dogs. The next day, when I arrived in the grooming area, she said, “Whispers of the past…from the past. Past and Presence.” Yes! That’s the concept! Later, literally as Lhasa Apsos were being judged; her and me going in and out of the ring with the various dogs we were exhibiting, she swoops up to me. “Echoes of the Past.”
The girls are Whisper and Echo. I’d like something similar for the boy. Maybe there’s the perfect word…paying tribute to Keeper (Kai-La-Sha Keepsake is his registered name.) Ideas anyone?
: Five lessons about the way we treat people
Posted: February 10, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain 1 CommentIndulge me. This is one of those forwards we all sometimes receive.
Indulge me. You’ve probably even seen this one before.
Indulge me.
Within this community, this one right here at What’s New, there are a number of spiritual beliefs. I think it’s important to honor each and every one of those beliefs. I am an atheist. I have been an atheist since second grade. Yep. You read that right. Second grade. But that’s another story and not the purpose of this post. The reason I brought it up is The Golden Rule. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” That’s the way I learned it in the Methodist Church (yes, I went to church my entire childhood). While George Bernard Shaw criticized the golden rule (“Do not do unto others as you would expect they should do unto you. Their tastes may not be the same.”) all in all, it’s a pretty good way to live your life. Enjoy these example of The Golden Rule…or..
Five lessons about the way we treat people
First Important Lesson – Cleaning Lady..
During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions until I read the last one:“What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?”
Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall,dark-haired and in her 50’s, but how would I know her name?
I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.“Absolutely, ” said the professor. “In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say “hello.”
I’ve never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.
Second Important Lesson – Pickup in the Rain..
One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960’s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him.
Seven days went by and a knock came on the man’s door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.It read:
“Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband’s bedside just before he passed away… God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others.
“Sincerely,
Mrs Nat King Cole.
Third Important Lesson – Always remember those who serve. .
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.”How much is an ice cream sundae?” he asked.
“Fifty cents,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.“Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?” he inquired.By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient.
“Thirty-five cents,” she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins.“I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left.
When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies..You see, he couldn’t have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.
Fourth Important Lesson. – The obstacle in Our Path..
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand! Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.
Fifth Important Lesson – Giving When it Counts..
Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare & serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, “Yes I’ll do it if it will save her.” As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheek. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded.He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, “Will I start to die right away.”
Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.
Most importantly…. “Work like you
don’t need the money, love like you’ve never been
hurt, and dance like you do when nobody’s watching.”
:Another blast from the past
Posted: February 4, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain, FFT Lhasa Apsos | Tags: Debby Rothman, Julie Timbers 3 Comments

Okay, I have to share. I just have to share! Some of you may have read Sondra’s comment over the weekend – Sondra on A Blast from the Past. The blog only allows the 5 most recent comments to show up in Recent Comments in the left hand column, so don’t know if you read it…I’ll cut and paste it:
Wow! That photo was 20 years ago–sometimes those days seem like yesterday and other days it was a whole different lifetime ago. Thank you once again, Debby, for finishing Delilah! Our last lhasa, Razor, a gift from you to Harry on his 10th birthday, is still going strong at 8.
Sondra, that makes Harry 18?! Let’s don’t do the math for Tiffany and Shawn. Nate turned 23 in December.
For those of you who don’t know Sondra – and that would be most of you – we met not long after I started showing Lhasa Apsos in ….gulp…1979. She had Dandie Dinmont Terriers. I had Smooth Fox Terriers. We each had Lhasa Apsos as a ‘second breed’. Sondra, do you recognize any of the dogs or people in the above photos? I’m showing Zshoi (Joy is the pronunciation). And, surely I’m wearing my best dress! 🙂 I’m serious and Sondra will know what I’m talking about.
At one point in time, Sondra was secretary of ALAC (American Lhasa Apso Club). Maybe that’s what did her in! She retired from showing and breeding shortly after, if I’m recalling correctly. Not to mention the arrival of Harry… The gold Lhasa Apso ring I wear was given to me by Sondra. It was hers. She gave it to me. It’s on my right ring finger as I type. We’ve been friends a long time.
Sondra moved to Florida some years ago. I miss her. She introduced me to scrapbooking. And look where that’s led! The website is actually a morphed, 10th generation product of my love of scrapbooking. Scrapbooking is why I learned PhotoShop. It’s one of the reasons I learned about websites, web design and now, blogs! We would meet sometimes on Fridays, rent the back room in the scrapbooking store, spread out our layouts, get out our scissors and paste. And memories. And history. And knowledge of the dog world, people and players. Even though Sondra was no longer active, she understood everything I’d share about the dogs and the dynamics within the dog world. We’d start with breakfast at the Le Peeps next door to All My Memories. We scrap away until lunch and then walk across the parking lot to either Red Robin or the Hoffbrau. Have some lunch and drinks and go back for more.
Here’s another one. Name those dogs! Name those people! And surely that lavender outfit was also a ‘best dress’! Right, o-person-wearing-lavender.

If you’d like to see Delilah, the Lhasa Apso I exhibited for Sondra and Niall, do a search on A Blast From the Past in the upper left hand search box.
Debby on..just for fun.
Posted: February 2, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain 5 CommentsIt’s the weekend! Yippee! Deciding to indulge myself this weekend, which includes a long hot bath after the dogs eat breakfast, I sat down at my computer (gee, she needs a name just like my cars…) with a cuppa java while warming some ingredients for the dogs’ food. To my delight, this was waiting for me in my mailbox. It inspired me to add a
new category – Just For Fun. So, just for fun, click on the photo of Damon and Bubbles.
Now, wasn’t that fun?!
I’ve got lots to share this weekend. Julie has sent several things to share. And Susan has sent some great photos of her dogs, including that Travelin’ Silver Dog Panchen.
I’ve got a question for everyone and would really, really appreciate your feedback. When I first started the blog..just for fun..I attempted posting daily. Over the months, posts have been once, twice or thrice a week. I have the ability, as administrator, to store posts for future use, which I have done. It would be easy enough for me to post daily. Would you like me to go back to the almost daily posting?
Stay tuned! …as they used to say in the Dark Ages.
Debby on..Panchen by Katy..and other things..
Posted: January 27, 2008 Filed under: Art and Photography, DRambles on Black Mountain 3 CommentsIt’s my favorite time of day, the time when I am the most creative, the time of day the words flow out of me. I am a solitary writer. Rick is an interactive reader. Since our computers are nearly side by side in the library, after he’s up checking the latest news, it’s more difficult to write. To give you an idea, a tour of the library..
As you enter the front door of our very small home – 1200 square feet to be exact – here’s the view on the left..

The above open doorway is four feet wide and showcases the floor to ceiling shelves, both open and behind cabinet doors. Entering the room, opposite the doorway is a french door which opens to the deck extending around 3 sides of our home.

Continuing in a counter-clockwise motion (just as Tibetan Bons circle stupas while praying), the fourth wall is comprised of our computer stations.

The room looks much cozier now. These photos were taken right after the room was finished. Rick no longer sits on a kitchen chair. His office chair, while not antique like mine, is similar. There’s a leather reading chair in the right hand corner next to the french door. The shelves are full to the brim. The computer equipment has changed and grown. Looking out the french door, I see the 4-Runner (the vehicle I should have purchased when Rick exchanged it for his large-bed Toyota Tundra), Suzanne without her silver hub-cabs purchased on her 200,000 mile birthday and, farthest, a teen-age boy’s rendition of Ota Toyota The Rubber Queen. Ota, parked under the Rough Road sign (no, I didn’t ask where it came from..didn’t want to know) still sports roll bars topped with off-road lights. You can bet a doll’s arm was still hanging out of a heater vent on the dash! And echos of Beastie Boys and Nine Inch Nails! Those were racier days for Ota. She’s now a refined city girl, getting lots of beauty rest.
I made a page about this entire scenario for a book I gave Nate for his 21st birthday. The library had been Nate’s room. Within five days of dropping Nate off in Tucson at the University of Arizona, we had his room gutted, temporarily organized as the office and Rick started building the cabinets. Sacrilege! We had discussed this with Nate for months. He never objected. I remember phoning him to talk about it one last time (probably as Rick was ripping up that awful lime green shag carpet!) to make sure it was okay. In no uncertain terms he said, “mom, I don’t live there anymore!” Alrighty then!
A few weeks later Nate phoned us to tell us about something he’d just read. In preparation for family weekend, UA had given information and guidelines to students. Rule #3: Most important to remember is your parents probably miss you as much as you miss them. While you get to move into a new space they have to deal with a huge gaping hole where your bedroom used to be….unless they fill said hole with a new office in which case they will never realize the psychological damage they have done.
Nate thought that was very funny.
Once again, I started out with this entry simply to let you know I worked on the website yesterday. I’ve rewritten the homepage and am working on updating the intros into each main section. Put the Pen to the Paper is undergoing a complete renovation. This morning, laying in bed, deciding if I should try to fall back asleep, the words started pouring out. I know what I want to write on the Veterinary page! Up I got, put on the coffee, started preparing the dog food, came in here to post Katy’s completed painting of Panchen and next thing…I’m writing about Libraries and Beastie Boys!
HERE”S BLIND TRAVELIN’ SILVER DOG BY KATY WIDGER

Have you been to Katy’s? If you haven’t, you must! That link will take you to her main page – Katy Widger – paintings in oil and paintings in hand-dyed fabirc. From there you go to Katy’s various areas of interest, learn about her goat products, her books and, most importantly, more about her. In her Raindance Journal, she writes from her heart so beautifully.
