:Vickie wonders..
Posted: October 24, 2008 Filed under: Apso Aficionados 3 Comments..if some of us remember this bottle of wine??
2006 Portrait of a Mutt Zinfandel
The wine that “made” Mutt Lynch Winery. Portrait of a Mutt is the perfect name for our Zinfandel, as it blends a small amount of spicy Carignane fruit into our jammy Zinfandel. As the label says, “Just because I’m not pedigreed doesn’t mean I’m not a good dog!”

:Apsos help make “their” bed…
Posted: October 23, 2008 Filed under: Apso Aficionados 3 CommentsKaty did a painting of Sadie Wonder yesterday…

It’s always a treat to visit Katy’s blog. In an entry titled Leader of the Pack, she writes about this, as she says ‘juicy’, painting of Sadie. If you haven’t been, treat yourself and take a little trip to Katy’s. Her words are nearly as eloquent as her art.
Then take another trip to Zeke the Apso, a page Katy and Ken dedicate to
“Promoting the Physical and Spiritual Welfare of our beloved and fellow created beings.”
Scroll down to The Zeke and Sadie Showon the left hand side of the page and watch three Apsos make their bed. Too funny! This morning I watched all the videos, including a couple I hadn’t seen. I especially like Zooming to Stevie Ray. It’s always fun to watch Apsos zoom. Stevie Ray Vaughn was a nice touch!
Katy writes about Sadie, leader of their pack, describing her as a benevolent leader. I love that! ‘Alpha’ so often is used as a negative and that’s a huge mistake. My experience with the many canine alphas I’ve had the privilege of knowing is calm, wise leadership, using status only when absolutely needed. When Drepung came, Ceese told me no one in Virginia bonded with him. I’m certain that was because he isn’t a cuddly, affectionate dog. I was immediately drawn to his sense of self, his quiet leadership, his machismo. From the time he came to me, including the car ride from Virginia to Colorado, he has physically positioned himself to watch over the pack. In Ceese’s Volvo, he chose to ride on the console between the two front buckets seats, looking out the front window. Here, outside, he positions himself in the highest corner of the outside yard, sitting like the noble Apso he is. It’s a quite a contrast to compare his personality to Sadie Sweet Sadie. Yet, both leaders, benevolent leaders.
:Cute Commercial…sent by Vickie
Posted: October 23, 2008 Filed under: Apso Aficionados 1 CommentOne of my sister’s friends shows OES and her current two are distantly related to some of these Australians …

http://www.worthdoingworthdulux.com.au/
Note from Debby…notice the long tails on the Old English Sheepdogs!
:Musings on a Tuesday morning…
Posted: October 21, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain, FFT Lhasa Apsos 5 CommentsDawn, coming later each morning, is creeping up outside the window. Arriving home from a club meeting late last night, the air smelled earthy, almost fermented. Fall is here, surprising me with its welcoming coziness, its embrace of comfort and quiet, its message to slow down, spend time inside perhaps reading, creating, rather than outside doing, doing, doing the endless things always awaiting attention.
So, I finished it. I had put this book on hold right after Kathy told me she’d spent a weekend reading it. Out of the loop, I hadn’t heard of this book prior to Kathy’s recommendation. Now it’s all over the place. It’s Oprah’s latest featured book. Rick told me I’m a trend setter because I had the book before it seemed to hit the headlines. He’s probably out of the loop too! I replied if anyone was a trend setter it was Kathy. Either the library ordered a bazillion copies or I put it on hold in the nick of time because it didn’t take but several weeks for a copy to become available. Not reading the book jacket, I dove right in. I hadn’t read any reviews. I didn’t know the story. I didn’t have a clue something would go south until Shelley’s comment a week or three ago. Instead, I immersed myself in the descriptions, beautiful descriptions of the daily routine of managing a kennel, grooming the dogs, training the dogs. The author’s poetic words made shoveling $h!t – and all the rest that goes with the care of some-20 dogs less mundane.

The end of the story left me…sad. I wanted more. More words, beautiful words. When I read the…what the heck is the blurb after the story called??? Aftermath is the only word that comes to my mind right now. Of course, that’s not it. Although it describes how I felt, especially when I read author David Wroblewski’s recommended reading list. First on the list, Vickie Hearn’s Adam’s Task. She’s been dead for several years. She was on the late Dr. John Armstrong’s canine genetics list. She wrote of being able to train a dog to follow her off-lead through crowds in New York City. She took my friend Cathy Marley to task about the notion that Apsos are too independent, too stubborn to train. Her words, shared until her demise from (dammitall) breast cancer, would settle in my mind, giving me something to ponder on those fortunate-for-me days she posted. Reading her name was almost like seeing my own ghost, my own welcome ghost.
Yesterday this arrived in the mail, sorta validating the work with our own Sawtelle dogs. Three FFT dogs have been invited to the AKC/Eukanuba Classic this year; quite an achievement actually. Fernando. Dante. And now Thateus. This event and a handful of featured shows throughout the year are televised on Animal Planet. Fernando and Dante invites are a result of their rankings nationally. Thateus’ invite is a result of completing his Championship title from the Bred-By-Exhibitor class. He’s also eligible for a competition at the Classic specifically for dogs handled by their breeders.

:Portland…Our Last Great Vacation
Posted: October 20, 2008 Filed under: DRambles on Black Mountain Leave a commentCall me a pessimist if you will, but I often find humor in difficult situations. It helps ease the difficulty. With the current economy, I called this our Last Great Vacation. I didn’t want to call it our Last Vacation and jinx it, just in case it was indeed our last vacation for reasons other than moolah. The more I’m learning about the economy – thanks to podcasts mostly from NPR – the more I find myself thinking of my grandmother, the skills she used her entire life having been a young bride and mother during the depression. And while I understand very little about Commercial Paper Money, sub-prime mortgages, etc., for years I’ve thought all this ‘credit’ was a house of cards just waiting to collapse. Or as one expert more eloquently put it, just one default in this ‘unholy (global money) chain’ would bring it down. Appealing to my common sense, he summed it up, “these are all just symptoms we’re seeing. The world simply has too much debt.”
It was with a bit of guilt and unease on my part, we went on this trip. It was a celebration of our 31st wedding anniversary. The plane tickets, the motel room, the car rental had been bought and paid for before the job Rick had lined up was put on hold. (Anyone need some cabinets?? He does incredible work! And happens to have a spot in his schedule…) The only expenses left were entrance fees to museums and parks (often free) and meals. As Julie pointed out, there’s always the value meal at Mickey Dee’s. Note to all! Happy hours at brew pubs work almost as well!
Now I understand why the Oregon Lhasa Apso Club has Willamette in their name. The Willamette Valley. The Willamette River. The Willamette Valley Wine Region. Rick isn’t a wine drinker, brew pubs were the ticket instead. Oregon was the pioneer in microbreweries because of less stringent laws. There’s lots to see in the Portland area. Oregon is a beautiful state. Portland is a fun city, very intimate pedestrian-wise. Bikes all over the place. It quickly became apparent that some of the bizarre outfits were utilitarian. Lots of rolled up pants with knee-high stockings which look silly, but keep pants out of bike spokes and, yet, legs warm.
We split our time between city stuff and natural beauty. Devorah Sperber’s art was amazing, particularly her Thread Spool Works, which were on display at the Museum of Contemporary Craft. This photo was taken from the theater near Mt. St. Helen’s…

