Brew at 2nd Rally Competition

Sunday, Brew and I competed in our 2nd Rally trial. We got a 91 out of 100 and our 2nd leg towards Rally Novice A title. We did pretty well until the last sign and then I guess Brew was uncertain of what I wanted so we had to redo the sign but still lost 5 points (ouch!)

Below is the video or go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0-w_4qZiVs

Here are the scores for our group:
And here is Brew and my individual score

Brew at his 1st Rally Competition

Today, Brew and I competed in our 1st Rally competition. We got 91 out of 100 and our 1st leg of 3 towards a Rally Novice Title. As you can see Brew was a little distracted at the beginning as he was looking for Jo who had the treat bag. Next time, I won't let him see her and the treat bag. We placed 5th just missing 4th place ribbon by one point. Below is the video from today.


Here are the scores for my group, we were number 2116.

These were the Judge's marks for us.

Congratulations Jack A Roo! You're A CHAMPION

Another Abba puppy becomes a Champion! Jack joins Bella and Bob in the championship halls.

Adventuring we go!

We get up and go. Around here we get all the work done, or at least far enough along that we see progress, and then we decide to take off and go somewhere. Now that we travel with Gloria Prissy Soho (GPS) we wander a bit less often although we can take the scenic route if we choose.

A good friend handed me an article and said the subject/location appeared to be one which fit our lifestyle.

It is a winery, tucked a-way-back in yet another small town. That's all it took. Off we went in our 4 wheel drive with GPS along for the ride. We did take the back roads and we did defy GPS and we did find the place. It was d-vine (ha ha ha, a winery with "vine" - how fine). We enjoyed the tastings, ordered food and polished that off, then purchased a case of wine to bring home.

If you are ever travelling the real road, route 55, towards St. Louis, put The Wooden Nickel, Honey Bend Avenue, Litchfield, into your GPS and stop for refreshments. Worth the off-road time!

UPdate

Annie-Jean has gone to her new home as of this past Saturday. She was received by her new human and new doggie roommate without any glitches! YaHOO!

There are scraps of paper in this house and on them are blog topics. The scraps get gathered up to make a pile. Then they get scattered again. Stuff loses relevance. So much of it has to be posted in a timely fashion.

Here it goes - 10 days later...a review of a small town festival, in photos mostly.

The day was hot, sunny, and just right for a festival on an historic site. Called the Strawberry Festival, probably because the berries were ripe, the only ones I saw were in two dishes with sponge cake. The berries, cake AND whipped cream were being devoured by two skinny, cute teenage girls. Life is not fair. What do THEY know about good strawberry shortcake? They are not included in this portfolio.

But the hot dog I ate is! Thanks to the Boy Scouts for saving the day on that one - all beef hot dogs - yummy. Check this out.

Historical sites are incomplete unless they have Old Glory flowing in the breeze

and our flag was in evidence across the front of the grand entrance to the home.

How neat! Beneath the flag the front porch chairs, rockers, and stairs were occupied by folks listening to a rural 4 part harmony group, performing familiar fun tunes, gospels, and a little C & W.

People displayed their senses of humor in many arenas. One of our favorites was where the antique trucks were lined up. In among the rest was this darling little VW bug (with a paint job that did it no justice, darn). There were all the big guys, hoods popped, horsepower on display, and smack dab in the midst was this bug, hood popped - but as we all know, it's the trunk. Got more than a chuckle. Ain't it cute?

And, speaking of cute, does anyone remember the little instrument that sounds like a frog ribbiting? This young girl was doing her darn-dest to get the rhythm down while trying to figure out "How does it do that?" Ah, sweet youth and all the innocence it holds

We saw a machine that makes socks - and great looking socks they were too! The wool yarn was prepared on site and spun into yarn and then somehow magically turned into socks with the ladies' talents and these handy-dandy machines. We saw several men in a barn beating the heck out of hot iron. Here's how that looks too. And, finally, there were the log cutters. Oy! What a job that had to be when it mattered as to how many, how fast, and how accurate...the good ole days included a lot of hard work.

Let's be glad they laid the foundation for our country - we should all pick up our "tools" and get to work, continuing in the traditions.

Oh, yeah, and here is the best tradition of them all - a good chair (or three), comfy overalls, a view, and your best friend...nothin' more to say, except Paws to Love.

Dr. Caldwell and his magic elixir

My cousin and her POSSLQ were here a couple of months back and we went "bumming". That's what my mother would have called it. We take it to mean going antique shopping and rummaging around more for the purpose of getting caught up in who's done what recently than anything else. By staying on our feet and moving we avoid sitting and drinking beer or having a hot fudge sundae or both. By the time they had to leave we had all settled into a steady stream of laughter and were exhausted. Then she hauled out the box of bottles she'd been given by someone in West Virginia, from whence they were returning, having wandered a bit off their northern California trail.

Did I want any old, dirty, unusable bottles? BUT OF COURSE. Need she ask? Aren't they the find of the century and undoubtedly priceless. Good thing I took the photo. Those bottles are here in this house somewhere but I'll be darned if I can find them now. By the way, how long is the excuse, "We're having the kitchen re-done" good? I'm hoping a full year. Any comments suggesting it should be less than that will remain unposted. Ah, but I bet those rascals are under the sink.

Back to the bottles. My hub, also my POSSLQ, decided to research the one from Monticello, as in Monticello, IL. Could we have hoped it was a bottle Thomas Jefferson had had at HIS Monticello? We could have, but we didn't. While he was googling away I wondered if that sort of activity really qualifies as research. It's far too easy. Like I said, though, back to the bottles.

Well, if the Internet is to be believed, this particular bottle, and many like it, was produced between 1865 and 1945 and contained a certain Dr. Caldwell's Syrup of Pepsin. The bottles had a cork style mouth until '42 and then went with the screw on cap. They are worth every bit of $1-2. WOW.

The story is worth more than that. It seems Dr. Caldwell was a real doctor. However, the FTC (pre-Federal Drug Admin) ordered his company to cease misrepresentation as to the efficacy of its preparation for the relief of constipation or other ailments. The order prohibts the use of the word "pepsin" alone or in association with other words to describe a preparation ot containing sufficient pepsin, as an active ingredient, to possess substantial therapeutic value because pepsin content.

A handful of noteworthy remarks must be made now:

1. The government had its own language even a century ago. We have complained and not been heard.

2. Pepsin is remarkably close to Pepsi. Does that mean anything?

3. If you were full of sh_t before you took this concoction you were still full of it afterwards.

Brew & Bob at the Renton Fun Match!

Today, Jo and I got up early for the Renton Fun Match. Below are videos of their Rally runs. I learned outdoor rings are a huge distraction for the beagles. Brew held it together until the 8th sign and then he was all beagle - smelling and sniffing the ground. Bob also smelled everything as well as jumping all over the place. Overall, they both did pretty well after all they are beagles and so they should get extra credit. I've entered Brew in Rally at the June Puyallup show so I can see we need to do some extensive training in the next two weeks without treats.

Brew


Bob