Blog, take 2

Posted November 25th, 2011 by Mandy

I am starting over again. For awhile now my voice has been silent and the words have not flowed across paper. A 5 year case of writer’s block? Sometimes all the momentum needed is a life event, in this case the passing of my grandfather, to shock the system and realize that tomorrow or next week just isn’t good enough.

A few pix from Portland…to start…

Posted January 20th, 2009 by admin
I’ve been very remiss (as usual) in blogging. I feel so busy all the time! But here (right before I have to run for work) are a couple pictures from this weekend. More to follow.

Thank you Megan for wielding the camera yesterday.

Molly seems fairly relaxed about the dog show thing.

Wally and his person Henry visit their good friend Eric Weller at ringside. Knowing these guys I doubt they were actually talking about dogs. Wally is sure that everyone loves him.

My dog loves me…and cookies…

And BIG thank you to Pilot’s many supporters and fans. I have to say I love this dog. It’s far more than his being a gorgeous (IMO) dog right now. He’s a true squishy lover. I know what Shelley is talking about with his dad :)

During BoB, from left: Kim & Maya, Henry & Wally, Denise & Ruby, Bill Shelton & Ch Lady Tuckaway of Camelot. Denise was BOB on Saturday and Monday, Bill’s blue was Friday and Sunday.

Pilot was WD/BOS on Friday and WD/BOW/BOS on Sunday and Monday. He picked up 2 3 point majors and a 4 point major – and those came from the dog numbers, not because of the BOW. He even learned to be a show dog…kinda….

More later, now I’m late!

Obits

Posted March 6th, 2007 by admin

A few short paragraphs to sum up someone’s life. It doesn’t even begin to capture the essence or reality of the person we all knew.

And then it’s all over. We go back to our own worries and lives.

Every now and then we might remember grandma Ginny fondly…the most grandmotherly-grandmother I have (if that makes sense!). Kisses on the cheek will fade to a mere memory.

The best and worst memory for me will always be that last time I saw her and she called me her “Golden Girl”. Now I haven’t been a blonde since about 5 years old…but grandma still always called me that. We had a special bond.

I don’t know how to feel. Even though I knew last time I saw her it was probably goodbye, I wasn’t ready for it to be goodbye…

I’m still in Oregon – got here last Monday and am staying until Sunday or Monday so that Henry and dad can build fence. I went to the viewing and family service and plan to go to the church memorial in a couple of days. Today I’m supposed to go to her house and get some tools for Henry. :( Anyway it’s a sad reason to have a visit.