5th December, 2018 Wednesday
Dream Kite flew low enough for me to know I screened it but not to retain any detail after the veil of sleep lifted.
Today was get Zoi ready for Puppy Show Camp with Lord and Goddess Roamer. Now I am not just a little nervous about her journey and her time away. It strikes me in a myriad of ways, this maternal anxiety. First and foremost it is all about whether she is safe while away from my overbearing watchfulness and I Goddess Roamer and Lord R are perhaps even further down the road of over protection than I am because, of course, they have for many years had charge of so many beloveds who have been cared for quite magically. Its so amazing what they manage. Our Wizard who had only been with those that did adore him as their family, fell head over heels for our Goddess and Lord R.
I am hoping our beloved Zoi strikes their hearts as sharply as she has pierced ours. But I wonder as what she will be doing is so not what she is used to if her lovely kindness will shine through. I so want them to tell me how fabulously she won their seasoned hearts. That would tell me quite a lot about how fine she is aside from where she is in her mother’s heart.
Right now, she is a very tall and very graceful, well muscled, silkened coated bag of very finely bred bones. To look at her, she is quite the Wow, and then to run your hand across her form, every friggin well formed bone, of which there are quite a few, will greet your touch with, OH, would you like to play the washboard of my ribs? What tune would you like?
Two weeks ago, my hands had found a nice soft cover across those bones. then, so like the spring of a pop up tent, she sprang another bit so now she is as tall as her British Scottish Deerhound Brother, Continent. 32 in, 81 cm, at the shoulder. So all of you, her European family, need to know, there lurks within our pool the tallest, loveliest, graceful skinny imp a Borzoi line can sprout.
My SIL, the other day, did say she is the finest dog he’s ever met.
So she is going off to show for the first time. And I spent some time on my knees rubbing nice shampoo across her washboards, the points of hips, along her spinal keys, under her sweet chest and tummy, her frothy haunches and her wedding train of a tail. We rinsed a long time. I turned the heater in the tiny room on high, and fired up the hair dryer. she steeped out of the tub as gently as she had stepped in. Two towels later and a spritz of Show Sheen, I started blowing at her. She loves me. Trusts me. Not a flinch. Not terribly keen but no hard physical rebellion.
I cannot help but compare this to my experience trying to bathe her Scottish Deerhound sister, Lady Cara Creep Celtic Banshee Extraordinaire, who would have ripped me bloody trying to get away from the bath, the brush and, dog god, forbid, the dryer. Lady Cara goes to Groomer Sheri every three months for a bath a nail trim and I do not have to be a part of how she fights which of course doesn’t happen when I am not there.
I am so grateful that my Super Zoi who now is as large as my biggest Deerhound Boy, allows me to molest her in all those terrible grooming ways. I am honored. I am doing this at shy of 60 for my first Borzoi and only my third show dog. I am so grateful that she loves me.
So she’s off tomorrow morning early. Saturday is her first show class. that judge will rin his hands over my lovely beloved bag of bones and I wonder if he can at all read the Goddess that she is. And I do not really give a fuck as long as she is having fun while he is judging her.
Its all about her. Really.
I am so glad I do not have to do this.
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