Dancing in a Belgium train station

I overslept. I want to respond about Ponya. I tried to put this video right in this blog entry. Can’t figure that out, so please take my word for it. Give yourself a treat and watch it.


Faye on…infiltration

Here’s a lovely little piece of crap that has shown up on a feed reader that I get to my office (websense blocks the real thing) –

http://www.wowinsider.com/2009/04/07/peta-rally-to-protest-seal-slaughter/
I’m a closet gamer – and this is my game of choice.  World of Warcraft is a massive (11 million plus subscribers) multiplayer online roleplaying game.  Blizzard is the parent company/developer of this game.  They already have one cloaked PETA reference quest in the game which I refuse to do it’s called DEHTA’s little PITA – and I can find the meaning of the acronyms if anybody really wants.
This is a fine example of just how far PETA has infiltrated in to our everyday lives.  Granted most of you will not actually be able to do anything about this crap in game but the blog has a comments section that if you should feel so inspired to leave comment on would be wonderful.  Another option would be to contact Blizzard directly and let them know about how very wrong this is…..
I know I will be doing this when I get home and can access the site fully.
Faye Lowther
TillaRox Lhasa Apsos

Susan on…She’s HERE !!!!

Whew…..It is too hot even for us who live here….
Poor Ponya came with her winter coat on.
Oh well, that’s what scissors are for, right?
So…we’ll just take it off her….

Susan

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Later that evening…

She’s glued herself to me.

Still panting, but she sounds more like a choo choo now than a freight
train…

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Note from Debby…

Yesterday was difficult for me, much more difficult than I could have imagined. At the airport I had to dig down deep, remind myself to ‘be there’ for Ponya. My own emotions could be released later. I wanted to grab her out of the crate, give her a big farewell, hugging her, telling her how much I loved her. And to trust me, I was doing this for her. That farewell would have created unnecessary anxiety for Ponya. So, as I coach my clients prone to dramatic good-byes at my grooming shop, I acted as if. As If this were the same as leaving her for the day at the vet clinic. No drama. No good-bye.

I am relieved she arrived safe and sound and has already latched on to Susan!


A Thank You

As LACCC secretary, I received a thank-you card from the Specialty judge and wanted to share her kind words…

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Ponya goes…today

Today Ponya gets lucky. It was to have been last Friday, but the spring snow storm determined otherwise. It is without reservation I send her, grateful Susan has agreed to let Ponya spend her later years with her Gompa relatives in sunny, beautiful California. It is what I wanted for this dear little dog.

Sammy is eagerly awaiting…

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Rinchen, perhaps not so…

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Her aunt Raji, depicted in this beautiful painting by Katy, is also waiting…

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Gone, but lingering in the garden, Champ

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Ponya arrived at my house at the tender age of 4 months, along with her dam Irdhi, in the original group of Gompa dogs delivered at my doorstep. Irdhi and Raji are littersisters. She was jet black, a round roly poly little thing. Her daughter Margo looks so much like her! There is so much I’d like to say about Ponya, but she – even more than me – has a time schedule today. Just like Champ (well, not just like! This will be a different story!), we’ll get to follow her integration into her new pack. I can’t wait to see photos of her sunbathing in Susan’s Gardens.

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As time goes, I will update her page. I have beautiful photos of Ponya. One of my favorites is Julie, in elaborate Tibetan clothing, holding her during the 2004 presentation in St. Louis. Kathy shared the Hopi meaning of Ponya earlier, did a bit of on-line research regarding the Tibet/Hopi connection and shared this segment from the Hopi creation story:

The Spider Woman spoke to them thus: “The woman of the clan shall build the house, and the family name shall descend through her. She shall be house builder and homemaker. She shall mold the jars for the storing of food and water. She shall grind the grain for food and tenderly rear and teach the young. The man of the clan shall build kivas of stone under the ground. In these kivas the man shall make sand pictures as altars. Of colored sand shall he make them, and they shall be called ‘ponya.’ The man too shall weave the clan blankets with their proper symbols. The man shall fashion himself weapons and furnish his family with game.”