There will be a pictoral post later. I can’t get to photobucket or flickr from here at work…not that I’m doing anything but working…I swear…
“When you come home from a trip…remember this little tip…” -“Unpack Your Adjectives,” Schoolhouse Rock
Thursday, 2 March 2006
I got up late as usual and made a mad dash to pack the car, clean myself up, shove the dogs in on top of the suitcases and hit the road. Luckily Kim and Leah got stuck in traffic around Charlotte so I wasn’t that late meeting them. We got the Carolina Convoy in line at a rest stop on I-26 and headed south.
We arrived at the resort in the early afternoon and headed to our respective rooms. Leah called to see if we wanted to head to JAX with her to see the schooling races and then go to the kennel…well DUH, Daisy’s there, hello? Fed my pups, left them passed out on the beds and headed for JAX, an hour’s drive from Jekyll.
Now y’all, I am not good in person with people I don’t know. While I kinda feel like I know the folks from Follow that Hound they are still people who only know me via the internet and I’m really NOT as charming, silly, witty, and intelligent as I appear online. Heck I’d be sunk here on the blog without spellcheck… Anyway, those two ladies charmed the pants off me during the ride down…by the time we got there I had barely any makeup left from the crying fits brought on by too much laughter. There was the infamous incident where Leah almost ran a red light and I bounced off the back of her headrest, the woman in the drive thru at the McDonalds that sounded like a teacher from Charlie Brown, and the joke we saw walking down a side street in JAX: a nun and a prostitute. I’m surprised that the kennel security let us in when Mama Caffie got there, we’d been guffawing in the parking lot for an hour prior.
Then all time and space stopped and I laid eyes on my girly for the first time. She looks like she was cut from marble, her muscles and bones and face and all are just so perfect. Her ears perked up and I thought I would die…but that was just seeing her in the turn out pen. Seeing her in her crate, getting to touch her head and kiss her soft fur…I’m getting teary now just thinking about it.
We met Trish and Chris as well as Mama Caffie, Daddy Bill, and Anne while we were there Thursday night and Kim got a surprise visit from Dodger, her pre-adopted pup! She thought he was at the farm but he’d been moved to the kennel…and I think dogs in 16 states paused and tried to bury their heads to block out the squeal she let out when Mama Caffie said, “See that brindle there? That’s Dodger…”
Friday, 3 March 2006
Day one at Sandy Paws. We registered and then we shopped and shopped. Pictures will be forthcoming tonight of all the loot my puppers collected…mostly collars. They haven’t had a chance to have lots of pretty collars until now so I might have gone a tad overboard…just a tad.
Kim and Leah went to St. Mary’s with Ann to get their tattoos about lunchtime. I was supposed to go as well but I wimped out. There’s always next year I suppose… I shopped some more, and then just hung out with my puppers. I am so very proud of them, they behaved better than a lot of the other hounds I saw there…yanking things off tables, running around snapping at other hounds that got too close, etc. It has taken six years and a lot of work but I feel that I can pretty much take my three anywhere and not have to worry too much.
Friday night was the Roo-Au but we decided to eat dinner in the lobby. One of the highlights was when Trish and Anne sent me to the bar to order them some “Girl Drinks.” I just told that to the bartender who looked at me like I was nuts. I explained that I thought they probably had liquor in them and maybe an umbrella? She thought for a moment then started mixing things up.
Saturday, 4 March 2006
Day 2 at Sandy Paws. The reiki seminar was cancelled, much to my dismay, so I was forced to do more shopping. There was a plan to go to a local restaurant for lunch, but that turned into hot dogs and chili at the villa with the JAX crowd. Ace, a race dog that was visiting Sandy Paws and a possible pre-adopter was fascinated with the hot dogs and the kitchen…he even tried to stuff himself into the refrigerator.
Saturday afternoon was the talent show. I got there late, of course, and wouldn’t have gotten in if Mama Caffie hadn’t spoken to the guy in charge. Profile wouldn’t do any of his commands other than SIT in ASL, but we somehow ended up tied for first place for our “comedy routine.” Maybe we should take it on the road? He grinned on command in the run off and we won! Bless his little pointed head…
Saturday night was rough. There was a memorial service for all the dogs that had left us since last year’s event, and I went with Liz’s tags in my hand. People got up and talked about their pets that had died and I was really okay until Diane of Burpdog Biscuit fame talked about missing the white face in her pack. Lizzard looked like Minnie Mouse with her white face and dark brindle ears…and I bawled as quietly as I could, sitting on the astroturf floor and hugging the stuffing out of my three. Hunky and I went to the beach after that and wrote Lizzard’s name in the sand. I stuck the glow-stick they’d provided in the dot over the I in her name, and then Hunky walked right through her name…scattering it to the four winds. I think it was symbolic though…it’s time for me to put aside the loss of her physical presence and concentrate on the aspect of her that will always be with those of us that loved her.
After that I was up till 3am with Trish and Anne talking smack…well, holy smack to be technical. The dogs came away with collars from Sandy Paws…I came away with new friends.
Sunday, 5 March 2006
My roommate Kim got up early Sunday and left to head home, leaving me to pack for my Jacksonville adventure. We loaded up the car again and headed out to see puppies, racers, and most importantly, my Daisy girl’s first official schooling race. To be continued…