WorldDogShow 2009 Bratislava, details

We woke up very early, traveled by car more than 2 hours. Fletch and Phini in the luggage rack, I with my owner on the rear seat. We stood in a queue, waited, parked, unpacked, waited, peed, waited, we beautified ourselves, waited. We were waiting together with lots of bearded collies.
The long expected English judge started a little bit chaotically, he did not really show concept in his choices at the dogs, he may have got into the routine at the bitches.
I was the fifth - as I reported on this early already – it’s a good result from the 21 beardie champion bitches at 3 years old!
Afternoon with Lenka, whom we met at EuroDogShow, wnet to the junior handler finale. We waited for a lot, we were many. We were left fewer and fewer in the BIS ring. When we were only three I was really anxious, but I may not have showed this of course. A very nervous Lenka was on the other end of the leash, and an possibly even more nervous owner in the auditorium!
We were the second, we strutted around proudly on the huge platform, before the flashes and the international cameras. My owner and Lenka fell gladly into each other's neck, they were proud terribly.
Me too, but I never reveal this to them.

Flashreport

There is a World Exhibition. Dogs. In Bratislava. It is near, so I went. Championclass I ran (where else?). I am the world's fifth most beautiful beardie girl.
There was a kind girl there, who aksed me to take her to junior handlers' competition. I was not able to reject it, I won a big cup for her - for the second place.
I go tomorrow to the club exhibition.

5000!

I got the 5000th! I say thank you my kind readers, you helped to reach the half thousand - it's not bad from a bearded collie, I think.
I try to report on my days in the future, and the important happenings of the world.
I would like somewhat more reactions if I could ask something in consideration of the festive number (I have a feeling sometimes, that I write to myself, although the five thousand number defies it)!
Write!!!

Fighting is an ugly thing

I fought, and I obtained martial injuries. My owner said a birthday of mine may not pass without some trouble (I got babesia last year).
The reason is different I think. A dog named Almond exactly. Arrives and provokes. Calls me names. Maybe only watching. Does not get close to me possible, but the consciousness that she is there very much irritating. Sure, that we fell out many times already!
But on Friday really. This turned out at home only, when the owners stumbled upon me observing the trace of the drops of blood. Yes, a purple inflated ear, and the result of the fight was a fission on my side.
But I won (I believe it)!
Now with some brownish thingamy smear, and without a stop rebuke, that I am a cracked dog.
Myself, repentance are ashamed of all of my sins at this time, and I employ it of course in myself, that nearest, I will be smarter on the time of the revenge, and I get away through the rematch without injury!

Happy third birthday!

To whom? Of course, to me! And to Cromi in Sopron, and all C litter, anywhere they live!
So another year passed I am cleverer, maturer, widely-more traveled.
I became Interchampion in the past year, the visitor count of my blog increased, and I'll be the first pet in the future (I repulsed successfully the attack of a Cranberry rabbit, who lives here always yet though, but it lightened up, that not real rivalry).
I am satisfied with my life, but I am looking for new challenges constantly meanwhile of course.
These are still secret alas!

Autumn

Autumn arrived. It is not cold yet, but falls, grey and slush. Some ancient nostalgia procures into his power always at this time, the Scot I think of countries where my ancestors herded the lambkin between weather conditions like this. May have been beautiful, slushily, slushily, but to scratch along making most important work.
I wake up always of course next from the reverie, and I realize it, that with a lot, but much pleasanter in the dry room, to rest on the soft pillows while my stomach is being scratched...
Even then, if many people they last for a lazy, work-shy dog.
But there are not sheep here, I am unemployed rightfully with a word!

Passions

I believe, I reported on much of my passion already over one and a half year, from the sour cabbage through the bird chase to my adoration for the watermelon.
I did not talk about the popcorn yet however! I do not go to a cinema, the pop corn I find it irresistible however. If I feel its fragrance only... my owners like it very much fortunately, and they do not grudge it from a wonderful technique begging bearded collie.