Winston actually passed the 3 year mark on Friday - amazingly he still has all his teeth and hasn't been put on doggy Prozac. Instead, I found a homeopathic remedy to try and alleviate his jealousy and wind him down a couple of notches. Lachesis 6c (made with the venom of the bushmaster snake from Africa) has made a noticeable difference - Wibbie seems calmer, more affectionate and I'm hoping like Hades that this is the end of visits to the vet for the other two. He and Bruce are repeating the classes for Silver obedience, which presents its own challenges. I think the new trick is going to be playing peek-a-boo.
Molly just continues to be gorgeous. I have no idea how she manages this, because the Bullmastiff is hardly up there as contender for prettiest breed. But she has the most loving temperament, gives delightful kisses (yeah, I know, even in 40 degree heat) and has a big boof head that I just want to hold onto and wobble (the way people are meant to like pinching babies cheeks).
What I only noticed (in this photo) is how glossy her coat is. She no longer looks like Bat-Dog (her eyelids were turning in - entroption - so there were fetching diamonds shaved over her eyes for the surgery).
And my beloved Fearghus is being terribly greedy about the new season apples (Galas are first ones in - small, sweet, perfect for throwing around like a tennis ball, playing soccer with or just tossing into that gaping maw). Apart from just getting greyer all round (which brindle wolfhounds tend to do), he really doesn't show any sign of being a veteran. He's seven this year, officially became an old man last year. Still carries on like a mad galoot, with happiness gleaming in his eyes and all of Ireland in them. He's healthy, loving and I couldn't ask for more than that.
Canberra has just had it's annual Royal Agricultural Show, which is also a Crufts qualifier. Didn't make it last year as I was ill, so did the bare minimum of chores to ensure I had the energy to go on Saturday (Bullmastiffs and Bull Terriers) and Sunday (Irish Wolfhounds, also one of my best friends shows Pugs, and that was their day also). Totally ignored sideshow alley, didn't make it into the produce and craft pavilions or the cattle (which I would normally visit). Nope. Hung around the dog rings, getting rained on, watching dogs, talking dogs, photographing dogs and scooping up after the odd dog. Weirdly, handlers seem to get embarrassed by this. I figure it's infinitely easier to manage than having your dog lift their leg on you. Yes, it's exciting when a wolfhound finally figures out that they can lift their leg and don't have to squat like a bitch (almost as exciting as when the brain fairy visits them). But I would point out that their bladder capacity is something 'stonishing. And your leg is wet for quite some time afterwards. But there was a lovely Irishman handling a young Boxer bitch and he just laughed, because he's got a Dogue de Bordeaux and really, there's a substantial difference in output!
I grew up with Boxers, and apart from the fact that they seem to be more lightly built these days, there is also a LOT more white allowed on the body. Lovely to see the gay tails on the move, most odd that they tended to just hang when the dogs are stacked. Sorry about the slight blur on this one.
And one of the sweetest things is watching baby puppies frolic around the ring, having an absolute ball. Like this great galumpher.
Properly solid and not making too much of a fuss about showing his teeth. Do like a good strong rear.
The drive comes from the rear - this boy could do with a bit more and he's a bit fine for my liking, but he's not badly balanced.
These two lovelies are litter sisters. One of them does the Time Warp.
This young bitch owned the ring. Beautiful profile, stands proudly and plays hard with the Parson Jack Russell terriers at home.
And Pugs. They're another ancient breed, and this one expects to be treated like royalty. And is.