:Dusted

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The model is Man Ray, William Wegman’s first Weimaraner. When May Ray died in 1982, his obituary appeared in newspapers around the world.


:Vickie sent..take me back to the sixties

With a hot cup of java, I clicked on the link Vickie sent this morning. Could I remember those things? You bet! And plenty more.

I remember when Cassius Clay changed his name to Muhammad Ali. For some reason, that really pissed my dad off. As photos of cars of the sixties were popping up in the video, I wondered where was Orville Falcoon. Oh! There he is..or at least an older, less classy cousin. Orville Falcoon wasn’t just a Ford Falcon, he was a 1964 Futura. His chrome trim shined against his white body. Inside Orville was red. He was a good car. Dad paid $200 for Orville..after all he was a used car. Orville took me to dog shows. He took me to Vet Tech school. He moved me to Colorado. I wish Orville Falcoon was still here.

I’ve become a bit of a music history buff, mainly because it’s been tossed at me, not that I’ve actively sought it. Can’t hardly get around it when blues is your favorite genre. The video presents the British Invasion before Surfing music, which is backwards. The British Invasion put the kabosh on surfing music.

The sixties, while nostalgic for those of us growing up in that era, was arguably the most turbulent decade…certainly of my time. There was a brief clip of protests, so brief I can’t remember if it was a war protest or a protest about (lack of) civil rights. From a list of ‘remembers’: Remember when everyone wanted to be an American, not a hyphenated-American? I found that ironic, since the civil rights movement was a sixties happening.

At any rate (and gas was a LOT CHEAPER!) enjoy:

http://objflicks.com/TakeMeBackToTheSixties.htm


:Another blast from the past

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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.

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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.


:Katy sends…happy apsos chewing their bones

..along with the following note:

Here’s a cute photo of Zeke and Sadie working on some beef rib bones this afternoon.  The bedroom usually looks about that messy.  We’re planning to tear out the nasty carpet and replace it with tile this spring or summer.  But the dogs are still supposed to eat their bones on the old T-shirts provided, there under them, on the floor.  Such good dogs!

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Katy, we no longer have any carpet in our home. It was a slow process, but finally! The last remnant was the lovely lime green shag shag carpet we ripped out of Nate’s room.

Have I got a bone story! Yesterday, late in the day, sitting here at my computer (gotta name her) winding down the day, sipping a glass of Cab Sav (Australian wine lingo) I saw Sam pass by the window. And then heard her knock on the door. “One of the girls has a bone stuck on her tongue.” Say what? A bone stuck on her tongue? Pulling on my boots and coat, I learned the bone stuck on her tongue after coming back into the kennel. Sam thought it was frozen on to her tongue and tried running water on the tongue to unstick the bone, with no success. Together we went to the kennel, Samantha quickly picking up Ponya. Sure enough. There was a meeting of a bone and Ponya’s tongue. I had given the dogs fresh bones in the morning. The bones I use are about 3″ long, marrow bones. Her tongue was stuck inside the bone! I gently tried to separate bone from tongue, but quickly realized I needed better lighting. I instructed Sam to hold the bone as close as she could to Ponya’s mouth and into the laundry room – and better lighting – we went. I looked down the hollow in the middle of the bone. There was the end of her tongue, about an inch and a half. A lodged piece of gravel had trapped her tongue. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place! A hemostat down the center of the bone to dislodge the piece of gravel did the trick. The surprising thing was not once did Ponya seem distressed by the situation. Perhaps she liked having her bone one with her body.

:Toshimi sends..agility photos

Toshimi wrote:
We got some agility sets in my basement for Koyuki.
But, Koyuki does not play.
Sakura is great for the jumping!
I will train Koyuki too!

Toshimi, are you and the dogs enrolled in an agility class?

Here’s Koyuki. Go to Toshimi’s blog to see more photos, including some great ones of Sakura jumping.

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