The NFC B-Day Chat Thread

Once upon a time there was a dog.... a unique and very special dog. He could anticipate what I needed before I knew I needed it. He was a comedian. A genius in a clown suit. Whether we were in the conformation ring winning AKC and SKC championships, winning his obedience title, pheasant hunting with the family, loafing in front of the wood stove, or being filmed by the producers of the old Babe Winkleman outdoor series as a rare breed pointing retriever, he gave 110%. When I taught obedience classes, he was my demo dog and he never let me down. He allowed my baby grandsons to use him for everything from a pillow to support for walking. He played gently with my nieces and nephews. He was that once-in-a-lifetime dog, and when he died at my feet after flawlessly returning a training dummy, part of me died. I lost the heart for showing, grooming, and training dogs. I was done. I thought.

Through the years we’ve had other dogs. Ken just can’t live in a house without one. And I liked them all, but not as much as I loved that amazing Flatcoat. Maybe I was trying to make them into him, and simply couldn’t give up to them that hidden part of me that they deserved. Until now. An Irish Wolfhound was a 40 year dream in the making and our beloved Fiona has far exceeded all of our expectations. She’s a gem in a big doggie body and I just can’t imagine our lives without her. I adore her. I know she won’t be another genius, but she sure has the “clown” part down! And now this new little guy has come to add his own special spark to the family. How did we get so lucky with what will most likely be the last dogs of our lifetimes?

For two weeks I tried to decide on a name for the puppy that was joining us. I threw out name after name. Nothing fit. Tam and Ken and friends offered dozens of suggestions. Nope. So I figured I’d wait until he got here and maybe then something would click. Nope. Either I hated it or Tam hated it or Ken hated it. He was destined to be LittleNoName - until I gave him his bath today. The moment I wrapped his fluffy little body in a warm towel his name just slapped me across the face. I’d seen that pose and that intelligent, intense but oh-so-gentle face before. I know now why I wasn’t satisfied with any other choices - God or Fate, or whatever other force was out there, was waiting for my brain to tell my heart that this was the time to open wide that hidden corner Fiona had already wiggled her way into. LittleNoName has a name, and he’s Rueben James. It’s not a name I’d share lightly, and the new RJ has a mighty big pair of paws to fill. But his face tells me he’s got it nailed, and Rueben James (the elder) looks like he approves.

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AKC/SKC Ch. Norwynd’s Rueben James CD. Little Rueben James
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How is everybody doing with this Coronavirus nightmare? Our daycare is still open. Everything else is closing down. They cancelled my Orthodontist appointment next week as they are closed as of today. The kids were all out of sorts today in all areas. No consoling them. I wonder if they sense something isn’t right?
I think they do sense it. How can parents make the ends meet while they don't work for 2 to 4 weeks? Here the grocery stores are saying come apply, but what to do with the kids? The school run programs are only for first responders children so if you're a regular person screw you take your kids to boys n girls or figure it out. Not that daycares should stay open either. The walking Petri dishes might not get sick, but what about the teachers and their families? Meanwhile it's the worker bees who get screwed from every side.

Sorry, I'm done ranting and I'll go away now.
 
Well isn't THAT just the best way to get a run on the bank!!! And I thought the TP run panic was bad.


Shouldn't have to. They've just announced a "lockdown" of Orange County, CA (where I am for the next 13 hours) and specified what can and can not happen. Gas stations are on the "stay open" list. Though I suspect they'll see a lot less business with everyone staying home.


Not a good idea unless maybe one has a pickup truck or rear mounted cargo carrier. Even tightly closed somehow the gas fumes escape enough to make you sick if they are in the car or trunk.


Not all bad since they need the money for the house.


My 40 year old copy of "The Joy of Cooking" explains how to skin and cook squirrel. There are lots of recipes in that book I've never tried and that is one of them.


Nope, just isn't polite to spend a lot of time on forums when visiting family. I was way back on Monday last week when I started on this thread today. Niece and nephew hanging out in their rooms (I guess DD2 isn't so 'weird' after all), DW and sister doing needlepoint so I'm trying to catch up!!
thank you bruce, i worry about stupid little things, man, starting to turn into my mil she worried about everything, told her once, why worry if you can't change it
i learned to clean squirrels when i was a kid, , along with deer , gopher(turtle) rabbit , quail, dove and the ever lasting fish
we have a avalanche and pulling a cargo van so we could do it no problem but if the stations are open, better.
glad to see you again, was wondering where you had gotten off to
 

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