Date: 3/9/2009 4:46:45 PM
Author: Harriet
You do not look 48! I''m glad you''ve told us more about yourself. Otherwise, I wouldn''t have known you lived in New York yourself and are an Aussie. Which city are you from? Your dogs are handsome. Do you agility train them? I''ve been meaning to go to the Westminster show for years. Dixon in 2010, hey?
We have two gold and white Shih Tzus -- Dumb and Dumberer aka Winston and Myrtle. Neither are breed standard, but I love them unequivocally. I''ll post pics when I get home.
You don''t by any chance happen to collect old Aussie kids''s books, do you?
I think it''s so cool about Dixon. We watch Westminster every year!Date: 3/10/2009 7:45:26 AM
Author: whitby_2773
Date: 3/9/2009 4:46:45 PM
Author: Harriet
You do not look 48! I''m glad you''ve told us more about yourself. Otherwise, I wouldn''t have known you lived in New York yourself and are an Aussie. Which city are you from? Your dogs are handsome. Do you agility train them? I''ve been meaning to go to the Westminster show for years. Dixon in 2010, hey?
We have two gold and white Shih Tzus -- Dumb and Dumberer aka Winston and Myrtle. Neither are breed standard, but I love them unequivocally. I''ll post pics when I get home.
You don''t by any chance happen to collect old Aussie kids''s books, do you?
Harriet i''m from sydney, originally, and did i read on your who''s who page that you went to school in australia? i don;t agility train my dogs - i do show ring conformation, and my eldest dog, dixon (5 yrs old) is currently away in rhode island with his show handler. we get him back TOMORROW! there''s no doubt that i am in love with that dog.he goes to her for a couple of weeks up to a month, then we get him back for a month or so, then he goes away again. we''re doing that for this year so we can rack up enough points to do westminster, but this is the ONLY year we''re going to do it; i miss him way too much!
i dont collect old aussie kids'' books as such, but i do have a small collection nonetheless. unfortunately a lot of my books are back home in australia. my mother used to buy me boxed sets of hard back collections, like alice in wonderland, snuggle pot and cuddle pie, and so on. i love them dearly and have treasured them. i would love to get all the stuff i value into the one house! we have things in storage all over the place, and at one time had things in storage on 3 continents! was there a book in particular that you were looking for?
i''m looking forward to seeing photos of winston and myrtle, and i have to tell you - ''dumb and dumberer'' made me chuckle!
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awww, what beautiful dogs!!! They are adorableDate: 3/9/2009 3:53:31 PM
Author: whitby_2773
dixon now...
That was beautiful, Whitby!!!Date: 3/9/2009 4:17:58 PM
Author: whitby_2773
and lastly...here''s something i posted on my blog for America on Thanksgiving
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NOVEMBER 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving, America
In February 2003 I was invited to a home for lunch. Not knowing the hostess well, nor having been to her home previously for any appreciable time, I didn’t know what to expect. Would it be casual or formal? Would the company be enjoyable, welcoming? Would the topics of conversation involve and engage me, or would I have nothing to contribute and little to learn? Most of all I wondered what sort of food would be served. Would it be boring, stodgy food which was a chore to eat? Or bland food that was all nutrition but no fun? Or what if the food was overly rich – delicious at the time, but leaving me sick and bloated by the end of the meal? I went with a polite smile on my face, but trepidation in my heart.
And yet, when America opened her door to me, all the warm, wonderful, complex smells of an exquisite meal tickled my senses. After being ushered kindly to my seat I was served a tantalizing appetizer of career possibilities and professional opportunity which whet my appetite and made me hungry for more. This was quickly followed by a rich and hearty main course of freedom, justice, egalitarianism and tolerance which nurtured me and sat warmly in my belly. Finally came dessert; a light, complex dish made from the sweetness of new friendships, the tang of individuality, and the smooth creamy lushness of support and acceptance.
At the end of the meal I collected my coat to leave. “Stay!” said America, and reached out her hand. I hesitated for just a second…then hung my coat back in the cupboard and replaced my hat on the hook by the door. To this day I sit in the big comfortable chair by the fire in America’s home, my feet curled up under me, content and grateful for the welcome I’ve received from this most gracious hostess.
Happy Thanksgiving, America.
Yours Gratefully.