The longhair ones are funny.
You had to groom one of those enormous dogs? Aagh!
I told aforesaid husband that we’re getting a Bernese because you said we could, Rue. He looked thrilled, if by thrilled I mean, “Who is this guy Rue and how can I find him and hurt him?”.
I should do the dishes so I can cook lunch. Yum. Naan with roast beef or something.
Cerri Can’t be! I looked to see if New York has a Westminster city and Nooooo, there isn’t one. There is a Westminster Park, but it is like in no mans land, it is even north of Buffalo. BUT there IS a Westminster, California. So why would they name something the “Westminster Dog Show” and hold it in New York. How would anyone know where to go to look at the doggies. I can just now picture pa and ma pooch fanatic checking out the map for New York for Westminster and ending up in Buffalo where as I understand there are no buffalo herds. That is just not right, maybe left, but definitely not right.
I always thought that dog show was held in Westminster Abbey. There’s another youthful illusion gone down the tubes!
What no one has any insight on dreadlocks or sesame seeds?
I don’t blame you, Rue, I will look like a Sasquatch in winter before I get anything waxed.
This message was typed with my new beautiful girlie clickity nails. And edited and re-edited, and . . .
I don’t tend to worry about my nails, Copper_moon, I just bite 'em off. I’m not a girl though, so I guess our situations are completely different.
I’ve never been to a dog show, because I’ve spent a significant portion of my life being totally cranked off with the AKC. Here’s a little tip: If you decide to finally get serious about quail hunting, and you figure you need a German Shorthair Pointer, do not go to an AKC breeder. Go to a “sporting” or “working” dog breeder. They’ll hook you up with a good dog. AKC GSP’s are generally unhealthy and worthless in the field
I think that’s why the border collie I had when I was a kid was such a good dog. The AKC never got their hooks into 'em.
Maybe that should have been a pit rant.
Since this issue has been festering here, what does the “Westminster” in “Westminster Dog Show” really mean, anyway?
C’mon Rue, we know you have the answer.
[sub]Thanks for explaining the “basenji” thing for me. Generally, I can identify dogs on sight. I’ll look at one and say, “yep, that’s a dog.” Didn’t some people recently go to Africa to collect some new basengi breeding stock? I recalled that when you pointed out my doofusy mistake.[/sub]
Sesame oil is really good stuff. Especially in Asian food.
The Westminster Kennel Club got its start in NYC meeting at the Westminster Hotel, hence the name.
And sesame seeds, of course, come from inside my pantry. Where else?
For dreadlocks, you’re on your own.
Okey-dokey, here we go… Sesame seeds come from the flower of the sesame plant. It’s just this little plant, not like a big ol’ shrub or anything. “Sesame” in Esperanto is “Sezamo”. There’s a bunch of other stuff on that link, but I hit all the highpoints.
Dreadlocks are just mats in your hair. They start to curl around themselves so they come out in this long tube of hair felt. The good news for Komondors and Pulis (which is the English plural, in Hungarian they are Pulik) is that this makes them weather-proof and bite-proof. It’s important to be weather-proof when you’re a herding dog because you don’t always get in out of the rain when you watch your sheep and when something tries to bit your sheep it’s your job to be in front of said sheep before said biting occurs. So you see, the bite-proof aspect is pretty derned important.
The downside to the dreadlock look in a dog is pretty much they look kinda doofy. Like mops.
How’s that, girly Copper?
Sesame oil is very important if you have squeeky sesames too Lissla. Most people forget about that.
And grooming a Pyr isn’t all that bad either. Other than the sheer bulk of the dog. That kinda sucks. Unless you have a doggy forklift or something. (Which I don’t.)
Unless they’re blowing coat at the time. (This one was.) You can go snow-blind if you’re not careful and you wind up snorking out white hair for about a week.
And how is it that you and your “husband” are living in a “bachelor apartment”? That makes no sense.
Well duh, Ex! Of course you don’t want to get a real hunting dog from a breeder that’s worried about conformation and not a whole lot else. Although to be fair there are a bunch of breeders that worry as much about the dog’s utility as their looks. You have to look hard for these breeders, but they are out there. If you start at the field trials and work back from there, you’ll do better. Not that this will help you now, but I just thought I’d say.
So I did.
You can do stuff like that when it’s your own thread. Just say stuff you want. As long as you’re not being a jerk about it. I wasn’t being a jerk, was I? I hope not. I try to be as non-jerky as I can.
The “Westminster” in the “Westminster Dog Show” is from the “Westminster Kennel Club”. Why they call themselves “Westminster” is beyond me. You can look it up if you want. I’m not going to.
(While I was ticka-ticking away at my keyboard composing this fine, fine post and checking my links, dwyr snuck in and said why the “Westminster Kennel Club” is called “Westminster”. Sneaky, sneaky dwyr.)
Heeey… has anyone heard anything from Swampbear? Swampy usually shows up by now.
Remember how I said I got a flyer about the Wiener Dog and Terrier Racing? Well, I found it.
On May 10th, the Bluegrass Working Terrier Association is having thier 2003 Spring Fling at Buffalo Crossing Farm in Shelbyville, KY. (With real buffalos! But really real bison.)
There’s also a Doggie Fun Zone!
-Rue.
Doggone you, Rue, I was gonna make the sesame oil joke but your big monster treatise bogged down the hamsters and you beat me to it.
You owe me big! And don’t think I’ll be forgetting about this. Nobody grabs my punchlines! I’ll meet you behind the bleachers on the football field. You wear a red carnation so I’ll know who I’m supposed to chastise. Midnight. Don’t be late!
Hey I remember a joke that fits into this thread just fine.
There was this blond driving her convertible.* Of course it was a convertible cause that is the only car for a blond* She was mulling about how everyone thinks blonds are dumb. Then she got to stewing about it * I don’t know if it was rabbit stew or beef stew * Then she just got plumb mad. She sees a large flock of sheep, so she stops. She approaches the shepherd and says “Shepherd if I can tell you exactly how many sheep you have out in that field, what will you give me”
The Shepherd replies “I will give you one of the sheep if you, being a blond, can tell me exactly how many sheep there are in that thar field.”
So the blond take a moment and then says “1,452”
Well the shepherd is dumbfounded by this but finally replies “I am impressed, that is correct, go pick out the sheep you want”
The blond go into the flock and carries out her selections.
The shephers says “ma’am you can’t have that one”
The blond says “but you said I could have any sheep I want, and this is the one I want”
The shepherd replies, “but not that one ma’am”
The blond retorts “You are reneging on our deal”
The shepherd says “Ma’am. Put. Down. My. Dog”
(note for any blonds out there offended by this…Hey I am a blond and this is one of the few blond jokes I get a kick out of every time, plus it involves dogs and sheep)
Heck, Rue. I know about the field trials.
I was a shooter in one once. Just once. They get all cranky when you you miss the bird. If you just wing it, they crucify you. I ain’t shooting no more field trials. I gotta’ watch my blood pressure.
I don’t know why I did it in the first place. Some guy I shot skeet with thought I’d be good at it.
He was wrong.
Oh, I made Rue huffy! 
And all I wanted to do was share the sesame seed love.
Copper Moon, I’m from Louisville too! But I’m neither a Hatfield nor a McCoy. I know a Hatfield, though. Sorta.
And since you’re quite taken, recently, with events held here in the Bluegrass State, Rue Baby, I’ll do the bold thing and mention one of the programs I work on Kentucky Life, which has featured many of the things you mentioned! We were in Shelbyville doing dog agility, the buffalo farm is currently in production AND a border collie mix is the show’s co-host! Well, she’s the host’s dog and we have her on the set. Anyone remotely interested in all this rambling, and lives in or near Kentucky, can watch on KET. [/shameless plug]
Pssst. Be sure and watch this Saturday, Rue. I’m in a segment about Amphicars. Saturday at 8:30 pm!
(I hereby issue a challenge – come up with an Amphicar anecdote!)
Just to drag this sucker even further afield…
A relation of an ancestor of mine (I’m unsure if she’s actually related to me, geneaology gives me a headache sometimes) married a Hatfield, one of the infamous ones. Nothing to do with me I guess, I thought I’d just throw it out there. That amphicar thing really throws me for a loop…
Drat, drat, drat!
I always goof up that word!
GENEALOGY!!
blech
I have seen a hat in a field, but didn’t ask if it was married or not.
Great. Just great.
I’ve finally caught Rue’s sick. I guess it was just my turn. I’ve been feeling crappy all week, and today I could barely drag myself out of bed. Thankfully, pressing the “on” button on my computer doesn’t require much effort. Dragging the mouse around and typing seem like a lot of work, though.
How long did you say this lasts? Five days? Crap. I’m thinking about just sawing my head off, but I’m not sure that’s medically advisable.
I really wanted to work in something about dogs, sheep, sesame seeds, or blondes in convertibles, but I just don’t have the energy.
We really need to go to Scylla for good sheep-related stuff, anyway.
Ah-hem…
Every year at the end of the summer here in Cincinnati, there’s a big do down at the riverfront. It’s called Riverfest, but since it always ends in a big fireworks display it’s usually just called “The Fireworks”. One year when I was much younger, why I must have been about 8 at the time, we as a family all went down to watch the fireworks which was really neat. Some of the big ones would boom so loud it would rattle your chest. Those were so cool. A couple of years ago the Rozzis, that’s the family that does it every year, had these yellow fireworks with a smiley face in the middle of them. That was pretty cool.
But I’m not going to go on about the fireworks anymore even though that is the best part of Riverfest because I wanted to say something else. This one year the whole family went down to the river on the Public Landing and there were these goofy looking cars driving around. I didn’t think much about them because I was 8 and waiting (quite impatiently) for the fireworks to start. But something did catch my eye. They were driving closer and closer to the river! They almost went in! They could drown or something!
Look at that! One of the cars drove right into the river! And it kept going! The car was really a boat. It was a boat-car. It drove back out of the river and then around a little and then back into the river. As it turned out the goofy little cars were kinda neat. They were Amphicars!
How was that Ellen Cherry?
Oh, and you’d think I could tune in KET being so close to Kentucky and all. But nooooo! Now that I know I’ll be missing Ellen on TV, that makes me sad.
-Rue.
I also have a story (anecdote?) about sawing a head off. But I really don’t think I want to relate that one. Not even in a Spoiler box.
I wonder if I can get KET on local Time Warner cable. Somebody should know the answer to that.
Brief aside to Rue: I’ve noticed a few newbies with Cincinnati or other nearby local locations. Might be time to brainwash, er, gather them for a Dopefest. As the weather is warming up and all. Maybe you could grill weiners. Or we could do one of the summertime Blue Ash festivals. May 30-June 1 is SummerBration (who comes up with these names?), featuring “local and national entertainment, including Sister Sledge, LOVERBOY, and Tracy Byrd.” That’s what the brochure says, anyway.