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http://galenacardigans.blogspot.com/

Just because

I will soon be retiring this blogsite for Cardigan stuff, and using a new one. This will remain for future roadtrips, non cardi related. The new site will be
http://galenacardigans.blogspot.com

This was started by two crazy grandmas on the trip of a lifetime and I took it over. I know that the other Grandma doesn't really mind, but someday we may do another trip with a tomato, and you would not have a clue what the heck was going on unless you had been following it from the beginning a few years back. I will try to get my posts moved to the new site in the near future.

For now, enjoy a little piece of my day at the park and beach with my Nugg-butter.

ARGHH!!

Or perhaps it should be Hmmmmmmmmm.

It has been an interesting day, to say the least. I have been in the throws of re-financing the house. Yesterday, in the mail, comes a letter saying "your loan request has been canceled due to insufficient documentation." OK, the packet went in a few days ago, and it said I had until 5/2, so not sure what the heck was happening, but likely the letter passed the packet in transit, right? Wrong! I call this morning and it turns out that they won't re-fi as this is a manufactured home. OK...but why the heck did the guy pre-qualify and even bother to send me the packet? And what about the stupid fees? So I end up with the supervisor of the guy who sent the packet. Well, I end up with his direct phone number, which goes directly to voice mail, three times. Messages left that I expect a refund, pronto. Nothing.

Then the phone rings. A person that I know from long, long ago is furious with me. I mean, stinkin' mad. I have no clue what is going on and let her talk through it, rather than ending the call, which was my instant reaction. I still don't get it, but so it goes. No need for details, just a bizarre occurrence that was a piece of my day.

So I sit down at the computer to begin my search for someone to re-fi my house. (The first attempt was with the company who holds the mortgage now; it just seemed like it would be easiest. Yeah, wrong!!) I immediately let the people that I wrote to know it was a manufactured home so that there would be no time wasted. I made two inquiries and both responded that they could do it. So, the first responder is a dog person. I had wanted to give it to her earlier, but, as I said, I figured it would be easiest to just stay where I am funding wise. So she asks three quick questions: Amount owed, Amount it is worth, and Credit score. I easily find the first two (went with tax assessment for worth), and cannot find the numbers for the third. Let me say that I recently paid off lingering medical bills, so my credit score was not real good when I began the process a month or so ago. I suck it up and go on one of those free credit score places. (As long as I cancel within a week it is really free!) The results come back...742!!! Holy cow!

At this point all is coming together as it should. The last application occurred before my credit report showed clean; even though stuff was paid. As a result I was re-financing on very low-average credit. Now I will be applying with low excellent credit. My percentage rate will be better for the wait.

Now if I can get the money back for the application fee and appraisal I will be doing a happy dance around the house. Still getting voice mail...sigh

Sure is a pretty day out there; and not so bad in here either...now

Doggies go green

"All dressed up and unable to go"



Literally. Yes, a little something I had forgotten about.

I did the first mowing of the grass this afternoon. It smells so nice and now the dogs can do their business without needing stilts. Oh yes, isn't it grand!!

Well, almost grand. You see I had forgotten a little thing that made me quite happy that I have some time before the next shows. My white footed dogs, all three of them, get green feet for a couple of days after I mow. Especially if I am "wet mowing," which is all I can do this time of year as it just doesn't dry out, here in the woods, for at least another month or two.

After a happy frap and roll in the fresh cut grass I have three smiling, panting, and green Corgis.

Life is sweet. And my dogs are politically correct.

More win photos

Saturday:
The Carbon/Lilac pups take WB/BOW and WD




Sunday:
Shea was d-o-n-e. She was "in a girly way" and likely wondered why we were avoiding her. After class they headed for home as I considered whether or not to do the picture thing.

As I passed the ring, at some point, the judge asked if we were doing a picture. I guess that is "judge talk" for you ARE taking a picture. So after she was done we headed for the wonderful picture display area. However, a fair amount of time elapsed between classes and pictures, so I took the Nugg Butter out to go potty. It was raining pretty hard by then, so I carried him to a patch of grass and then back to the arena.

I guess because the judge was in the picture it was decided that I would stand rather than kneel behind the dog as I had done the day before. Picture taken I headed for home.

Today the Sunday picture arrived.


Yes, it has been cropped. You see, in standing the ferry boat appears to be coming thru my derrier. Add a very disheveled handler who badly needs a stylist, and whose face appears to be saying "there is a ferry coming out my rear" and it gets cropped. I can laugh about it now, and may at some point share. For now, enjoy the somewhat muddy Nugget; looking mahvelous.

A nice,

or even not so nice, curtain would have been a whole lot classier...

Saturday's photo:

Puppies, friends, mentors

Mark Thorson photo


Not necessarily in that order...

It has been a week of all, with the highpoint being this morning at the o'crack o'dawn.

Beautiful Polly presented seven pretty blue babies to the world.

She was bred the week that Kim and I were road tripping to SoCal. Casper saved his best for this litter. Stunning patterns in blue, black and white.Add the monstrous bone from Polly and I think this will be a fun litter to watch.

I have whelped out, on my own, three litters of Scotties and two litters of Goldens. I have assisted with kiddings and foalings. However, this was really different. Very short cords make it near impossible, if not impossible, for the pup to be completely out with the cord still attached. That means that the pups also are likely to need a bit more stimulation, and a higher risk of mortality. Scared me. A lot!!

Mark was in the whelping box delivering pups and Kim sat out of the box stimulating pups. They worked quite well together; in sync with the needs of Polly and all the babies. And, they were on three days of very little sleep. Impressive.

Polly wanted an audience. She was not pleased if any one left the room. We saw that the day earlier. She was digging a hole to China in the backyard; I think she might have known it was the most populated of countries. She simply wanted a bigger audience!!

In the end she proved to be quite the doting mama dog. She was literally dripping milk, so when I left all seven were fat and sleeping, with Polly curled around them ready to nap.

Thanks, Mark, Kim, Jason, Alta, Polly, and Casper. What a ride it was.

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Winner's Dog and Best of Winners

and I am tired. AFTER a nap the dogs will all get ice cream and then a run in the field/mud.

Winner's Dog

and the two of us, together, are in the points. The Lilac/Carbon litter took both WD and WB and Shea went on to BOW. Even though Ms. Butter was "in season" her brother minded his manners and we managed to get a pro picture taken of the two together. I hope the pictures don't take as long as the SoCal pictures...

The only thing I was sweating was the fact that there were no mats on the floors. There was a bit of slippage at the first turn, but then again the Nugg butter was not trying to jump wrinkles.

Happy camper, I am, and he is going to go for take out ice cream. Happy...but cheap.

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Pre-show and sunshine

This is a show weekend so there is plenty to do, but it is also a fantastic, sunny day. What to do, what to do...

I gave Nugget his bath and dry. He looks pretty darn good, if I do say so myself. But the sun is out, and I just couldn't stand staying in the house. My yard and field are mud pits. So I loaded him in the truck and headed to the park at the ferry dock. Lot's of nice straight side walks for practice and nice manicured grass for relief. There is also a covered area that is raised; perfect for stacking! Add to the mix, dogs and people, and it is ideal.

Well, except for one thing. The groundskeeper. He drives around in his gator, and adores my dog. And it is mutual. The man cannot keep his hands off Nugget, and Nugget wants to be the co-pilot. It has been a while since we have seen him, but the Nugg-butter doesn't forget. So much for "down and back" practice. The fact that the dog was all clean and spiffy didn't help much either. Then the guy said it. The words that make me squirm. sigh. First he said, "I just can't keep my hands off this dog; he is so beautiful." Yep. I ate that up, smiling. Then it happened: "He is so soft and shiny." The shiny I will take, but the soft, not so happy about. Nugget is still working on his big boy clothes, so that will account for some of the still softness. I love it for the cuddle factor. His white feels like rabbit fur. It is wonderful. But, it is not correct. Therein lies our problem. It is so Cardigan in the way that it, surprisingly, sheds dirt and water. But too soft. Will I ever get to the point of NOT cringing, and considering that softness a compliment? At any rate, the keeper dude didn't catch the cringe as he was too busy baby talking the dog. Nugget, too busy trying to climb into the gator. We parted ways after him thanking me about ten times for bringing the dog down. And reminding me that at the Port "we are very dog friendly; come say good-bye before you leave." We walked. We sat in the sunshine. We came home. Hmmmmmmmmm.

So I grab Kate. Unbathed. Not a lot of coat. Brindle points. We head to the park. 'Twas a test. Kate is adorable. She is just not as eye catching. We park in the same spot. I wear the same clothes. We walk the same path. Nothing. Groundsman looks up, nods, and goes back to his weeding. We go closer. I now realize that he never even looked at me as he told me about this other dog he saw about an hour before. Looked a little bit like my dog in that it had short legs too. But he was a Cardigan Corgi show dog that was fourteen months old. How old was MY dog? I smiled and asked if I should run home and get dog number three. (I just couldn't resist.) Instant sun burn.

After a little bit of edumacating, he quietly asked:

"Are you going to bring the other one back?"

Perhaps.


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