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| Emmy & Junior |
First posted December 23, 2009
Junior*: Emmy & I were born in the kennels of good whippet breeders on the East Coast. It was very competitive, all about your conformation, and whether you were “up” or not. That means being excited about getting bits of liver in a show ring. I kid you not. Needless to say Christmas wasn’t a big part of kennel life.
I hated the show ring and my breeder knew it. She was a really swell woman. She knew I needed my very own person so she found me the love of my life, Claire, who really knows how to do Christmas---pigs ears, chewies, stuffed toys-the works! In the old days Claire and I were inseparable. Then Emmy moved in. What a drama queen. A dim lightbulb, too, if you know what I mean. It takes her about five minutes to figure out what “Roll Over” means. Ha, ha, ha, ha! Claire says I’m a Mensa dog. At last Emmy’s calmed down a bit so life’s good again.
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Emmy: I love the show ring, liver bits are my favorite! I even liked kennel life...more dogs to boss. But my breeder already had an alpha bitch so I needed a show home because I was a contender. That’s when I came here to live, met Junior (a Beta dog if I ever saw one). He soon discovered who was in charge. But he’s become a pretty good friend, specially when the house’s cold.
Christmas feasting puts liver bits to shame. Nothing like a huge organic turkey to sic your teeth into, well, into the afters. Fortunately our people are generous. We get all the giblets!
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| Emmy |
Merry Christmas to all! (Wish me luck with the leftovers!)
*Junior died earlier this year. He was 13 years old. He was cherished and now sorely missed. Emmy howled several nights after his death.
