Haven't posted in forever!

Hey guys, yes I still know I have a blog. However, I have to be rather selective on what I decide to share. There are some doggy world things going on that I can't discuss. Everything is going well at Beaguile there hasn't been much snow. Lyla is still a pain, Cezanne is still the sweetest cardigan ever, etc. Rosha is growing up nicely and everyday I look at her and am amazed at how she was sold twice but ultimately came back to live with us. We thought we were going to home her but buyers decided she did not have enough white on her head, and other things happened with another buyer. It's funny the way things work because now she is with us to stay. I have a feeling she will grow up to be a beautiful bitch, despite having a dark face. Also to alude slightly to new things for our future, there might be a new little man coming to Ohio. And no not a boyfriend for me, though I'm working on that. ;)

Ferris B. coming to a Border's near you... I wish.

So I haven't been blogging very much because it's summer. I like to go out and be outside. So hmm what to talk about.... oh OK. So we had another dig fight last night between Cezanne, Brody, and Lyla... of course Lyla is always involved she is such an instigator. It was mostly Cezanne fault though she is tiny bald twit and is dumb. Hasn't she seen Lyla in action before? Lady is nuts. So she was posturing over Lyla... dumb so Lyla went after her. Brody just kind of joined in. Mom called me while I was out with friends telling me to come home. Yeah right, I knew she was exaggerating. I came home to see very little damage done to Cezanne and the other guys were fine. I had fun out last night stayed pretty tame.

I have been working on my writing off and on. Sometime I can't fall asleep because my head is swarming with my ideas and I want to put them on paper so I don't forget them. Other times I'm like damn, I don't feel like it. I have a long way to go but I am off to a good start. It started as a short story I wrote for a fiction writing class I took. Then I realized it could become so much more. I finally got a good beginning and decided where to start the story. I am up to 10,000 words so far. It's been fun and it's sounds pretty good. I'll give you and excerpt of what I wrote before bed last night:

"I felt my heart swell like it was the most sufficient part of my body. I could feel it pumping blood through it's ventricles, but what it was moving through it felt thicker. The faces of the ones I loved flashed through my thought like an effervescent mist When you love someone you give up a part of your heart hoping they will accept it, but this was different this love was one that added to my heart, made it stronger. This love was effortless, and exchange I made willingly instead of it being robbed of me because of the undeniable wrenching of hormones or attraction. This love was the trust of friendship."

Thankfully I will be going to a dog show soon. Might as well get those last points on Rosha. I think we will go to the one in Delaware. Also, I have a friend from college who lives down there who I am dying to see. That's all for now.

Dog's Eyes

So lately we have been having issues with our dogs eye. It seems as though all of them are having lots of eye discharge. We have to wipe them several times a day and have been giving drop and terrimyacin. (sp.) At the Western Reserve show Lyla's eyes looked particularly awful that it looked like she was crying and the eyes balls themselves seemed to be pointing outwards and the a lot of the whites of her eyes could be seen. So after we began cleaning, putting drops, and the goop in they got all better. So she doesn't look nearly as ugly as she did before. She's back to her lovely self.

CWCCWR

Hey guys. So I know that a lot of people were unable to attend the show in Oberlin, OH. because of the travel expenses. I think it's safe to say, you sure did miss out. We had so much fun. The show was nice and there were several nice dogs there. The quality wasn't as high as in past years, that is surely due to people unable to come up with the funds to make it. The judging was... fair. I ended up not doing much of anything, but I don't mid losing to good dogs, so I am OK with that. What matters most is seeing the dogs, the people, and having fun. I thought my Rosha puppy was looking good but she was a little over weight. Lyla was fat too, and Cezanne was too skinny and bald. No wonder I didn't do much. lol I got to catch up with the Geisler's and the Parkers. Susan Parker's b-day was over the weekend and she turned 21, though she remained rather tame because of early mornings in the show ring. We celebrated enough for everyone though. Many of you probably heard of out jello shot drinking, that was a blast and caused the saying of many hysterical and sexual innuendos that are sure to bring the lols. For example: "You have to go around perimeter with your tongue."_ me or "I can't have anymore, I might slip in the shower."_ Emily Geisler even, "This might be a big apple bottom kind of night." _ Carl Geisler. Last year we all drank and danced to that song. We have a new way of giving people nicknames; if you take the first two letters of a person's name you get their nickname. Garrett becomes Gaga, I become Fefe, Mom is Jojo, etc. Carl Geisler became Caca! Ahaha. We had a lot of fun while Garrett came to visit us here at home, we tried to take him to places or interest. He seemed to enjoy the Holden Arboretum which was formed when land was donated by Helen Bole Jones' family. It is the largest arboretum in North America by acreage and collection. He also went swimming in lake Erie. So that all for know, back to job hunting.

Saturday Night

OK so Saturday night was so amazing and one of the best nights of my life. The evening began with dinner with the guys: Drew, Gene, and Josh. Me and my Mom met them for Mexican food, we had a lot of fun. Drank margaritas. The waiter even gave them to go cups to take the rest of the pitcher with them us (he didn't know it was illegal.) So then Mom went home and I drove out to Mayfield with the guys to "The Bone Yard." There was a band playing and we drank and danced a lot. I always seem to with those guys. Linda was always there who is my cousin Drew's... friend? So danced the night away and as Josh said, "The Rednecks took over the Bone Yard." I'm not a redneck but are those kind of country boys who wear boots and plaid and drive pickups. So after that we drove Linda back home and she insisted we go swimming. At 3 am!... sure why not. So we drove to a private beach that happened to have the gates unlocked. We don't know who's beach it was but who cares? We jumped in and were diving off the floating dock. It was great. Then we remember, holy crap Josh has to get to the airport, his plane takes off a 5am. So we are rushing to the Cleveland airport and her gets there at 5:20 the lady at the counter was frantically making calls and checking his bag. So we sent him off and he made it, thankfully. We even watched him go through security at everything while we cheered him on and made jokes. He texted after he got through that he was tankful and that meant a lot to him that we sent him off. So it's about 6am and we are sitting in the parking garage watching the sunrise and see the planes take off it was a blast. I didn't get to bed until 3pm the next day! I will never forget how much fun we has. As Laura Marrocco said, "I'm tired just from reading all you did. Oh, to be in your 20's and have so much energy."

I'm back!

Hey guys and gals. So I haven't wrote anything in a while so I figured I'd sign on and let you know what's up. So I've been really busy looking for a job. Let me tell you, that is not going well at all. Every time I think I'm going to an interview for serious adult employment it ends up being something I am entirely to educated or ambitious to do. IE: selling Kirby vacuums or door to door sales in Cleveland. Let's face it, that just not safe for a young lady to be doing. So that's been really tough. Depressing really, I really want to succeed and do well for myself and make money so I can do what I want and have fun. I keep coming up empty handed though. Boo!

Let's talk about Yankee Lake. So recently I have been hanging out a lot with my cousin Drew and his guy friends. OMG I love them, they are so much fun. We always have a blast together. I actually feel honored to be accepted by them to hang out. I like to feel like I can get along with the opposite sex on a platonic level, I really enjoy that. ANYWAYS... Yankee Lake is this place that used to be a lake and now it's a mud pit. So people go there in their truck to go off roading and get muddy while people watch. There is a lot of cute country men, beer drinking, and dancing to country music. Let's face it not exactly my scene. I am so the kind of girl who feels awkward if I'm not: #1 wearing heels, or #2 perfectly coiffed when in public. But I really am a very outdoorsy girl, I feel in my element when I am nature, it's like a religious thing to me. But I had a blast hanging out with rednecks, drinking beer, standing around in the mud, and dancing to country music. The guys are such good dancers. Especially my friend Josh, he is my favorite dance partner because he leads well and knows classic dance technique not the 8th grade slow dance thing. So me and my Mom and the guys went out there and it was so much fun! I can't wait to go back. I even wore boots... lol! So I have a lot to talk about so I am dividing this into two posts.

Errrrr

I am so sick and tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. I dug his music certainly but has no respect for the man because of immoral relations with children. I understand he is innocent in the aspect of not molesting them.. but sharing a bed with them is still inappropriate. So I think Bill O'Reilly really sums it up nicely offering some very strong opinions on Michael Jackson's current place in America.
Here are some HIGHlights:

“Yes the man was an all star entertainer, but that’s it.”

“Jackson’s interaction with children were unacceptable for any adult.”

“His incredible selfishness spending hundreds of millions of dollars on himself while singing We Are The World should make any clear thinking American nauseous."


“Why are Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton making this a racial deal. Jackson bleached his own skin and then chose white men to provide existence to his children. To hear Sharpton speak today, you’d think Jackson was Martin Luther King, Jr.”

“Why is he being held up in the African American Community as a pillar of Black America when he bleached his skin.”


“The crowd outside the service was much smaller than predicted. The service itself was well done. But the media coverage was bizarre."

"…and after Michael Jackson was found 'Not Guilty' the American media did not exactly elevate him to hero status. Did it? But now that he’s dead (most likely from an accidental drug overdose). He is a hero. How does that work?"

Also: The city of L.A. is in debt $530 Million. So what do they do.... spend more on a private event to burden the tax payers. According to the mayor's office, the memorial service for the King of Pop cost the city of Los Angeles $1.4 million! Expenses for Tuesday's event included putting extra police on the streets, trash pickup, sanitation and traffic control.
“The city attorney does not want something like this happening again, the city paying (the initial costs) for a private event,” said spokesman for Los Angeles City Attorney Carmen Trutanich. “That’s especially in a cash-strapped city, where people have been furloughed or even lost jobs.”

Another thing not liking Michael Jackson, or calling him a pedophile does not make a person a racist. Shame on the NAACP for playing the race card. It doesn't matter what his race is, even it he was white, his actions still cause the same opinions.

I am beginning to love Bill O'Reilly for being reasonable and making sense of all of this. Check out this video... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaqaoGUNjvc&feature=player_embedded
didn't know how to post it. So anyways I'm just sating the facts. I agree with Bill O'Reilly and thinks it was all to much. That's my 2 dollars! =)

The 4th

I had a lot of fun this weekend. We spent a lot of time with Tiffany Green my friend from my days way back in a 4H dog club with her. We saw fireworks in Geneva on the Lake at a really pretty golf course and had an amazing view. The only down side was the lack of a restroom. But we improvised, two of Tiffany's friends won these little lights that go on your finger to light your way. A red light and a blue light, so me and Mom found a place in some trees and did our thing. Conveniently the lights were also used to flag down Friends approaching in the golf course to watch the fireworks with us. We also spent time having barbecues at Tiffany's farm. Tonight I will hopefully go to see the fireworks in Fairport Harbor with my cousin Drew and our friend Josh. I'm excited.

A Responce

Yeah so my post and website caused a lot of buzz. I avoid using this blog as a way for me to make attacks at other people. If you read through my archives you will find that I don't air the dirty laundry or talk about Cardi people. From the beginning it is something I avoid. I do however feel it necessary to make a statement about my website. I guess that I am entirely to bold for many people's comfort level, I always have been. Yet my website it not a place for people to say what i can and cannot post. There is no room for censorship on this private outlet. I decision to use a devil head was not a rash decision or poorly advised one. I also don't think its childish or very far from accurate. I made a choice to no longer let my website be a platform for someone I think so poorly of to gain recognition. I will always be a fan and supporter of Picasso and all that he may achieve but I do not think highly of his handler or her actions. The judges image is important as are the photos. However, the sight of her bring me to tears. Her attack on me has caused me irrevocable emotional damages and in the future I will have a hard time trusting anyone. I thought a lot about my decision to include a devil head, it's very fitting if you know the situation. But I am not backing down, it likely won;t be up there forever. For now it is a coping mechanism. Perhaps I may use Medusa later, or Bin Laden, maybe Ursala from the Little Mermaid. Sorry folks but I'm not going to censor myself.

Howl at the Moon

Last night me and my Mom went to a place in Cleveland to a place called "Howl at the Moon." It was a blast, it was these guys who play pianos, drums, and keyboards to play the requests made by people at the bar. They were very fun and did a lot of audience interaction. They had people on stage and had people do dances. It was def. for an adult crowd. They had a flash light to they used to shine on people who weren't dancing. We went with my brothers girlfriend and her friend. They were underage and decided instead to go to a male strip club. I personally don't find sweaty male strippers putting their junk in my face entertaining. So we chose to go to this other venue. The drinks there were crazy they had huge plastic 40 ounces of beer and signature drinks in buckets with really long straws. Mom and me got one called purple passion, it was amazing. I think we are def. gonna take Garrett there when he comes to visit.

My Art Form

Many don't know this about me, likely because it doesn't resemble my personality, but i am a writer. I went to college as an English major. I love to write and use words as my art form. I have some really good stories and kind of wish the rest of the world could see them. I just don't even know how to begin because I hear the world of publishing is like a 3 ring circus. I can see myself writing dog related things too, I just don't know who would want them. Any ideas, hook ups, suggestions?

Twitter

I have a new obsession it's Twitter. It's so fun, you follow celebrities and sometimes they tweet back to you. It makes you feel like your Friends with them and you know what going on in their day to day activity. My favorites to follow are Perez Hilton, Robert Pattinson, and Kristen Stewart. If your a Tweeter you can find me at http://twitter.com/FerrisBeashau So this weekend I am going out for ladies night, hoping to run into a few friends. OMG I'm so excited for August and Garrett to come we're gonna have a blast.

Another Bob Visit.

Tonight me and Mom went to go visit Bob Caldwell, we usually get around to doing it about once every two weeks. So we picked up some pizza, one of which was spinach, feta, artichoke hearts (my fave food ever), and sun dried tomatoes. It was soooo good. So we sat around eating pizza, drinking some really nice wine and gossiping. We always talk about the craziest stuff with him. Usually it's dog related; tonight after looking for pictures of Chester's (or Ch. Kennebec Wind Talker) mother Julie in case we decide to use him. Hmm that might be a nice litter, not sure yet. So anyways we got on the subject of Brazilians, he asked what one was and the hilarity ensued. We always have fun with us, and we keep him company and laughing. It always makes me miss dear Helen being back there. The cat Abner was all over me tonight nuzzling my head and biting my hair. He is a huge 19 pound Main Coon, or something like that. A Grand Champion too, we were trying to get Bob to let us take him to a cat show to see what it's like. So now that I'm covered in cat hair I am still exhausted from the trip. Gots to get my ass to bed and avoiding reading "Eclipse." Sleep is more important than Edward Cullen, I keep having to remind myself that.

Hey and throw me some comments readers, I'm starting to feel like my words go unread and ignored in cyber space.

Canoe Crazyness

I just returned from a Canoeing trip that I took with some friends. My older brother Justin, his girlfriend Melody, me, my cousin Drew (I adopted him as our cousin), our friend Greg, and his girlfriend Christy all went. We took the trailer which was nice so we weren't really roughing it. The trip down the river we took was 18 miles it was a long one but a heck of a lot of sun. Some also refer to this sport as "cabrewing" because of the involvement of adult beverages. I prefer "Cawineing" haha. I rode with Drew and we were a great team. We ended up being the craziest and the drunkest of our group. The begging of the trip went well as we navigated down the beautiful and rather clean Mohican River. I was in the front and acted as the human jukebox, singing as we went and fulfilling requests. It was all down hill after we got a few drinks in us. We stopped for lunch, still dry at this point at a bar at the side of the river. I had a vodka tonic, a Washington apple, and a delicious BLT. We used the facilities then got back in. Sometime shortly after that we got separated from the rest of the pack, but that was OK. The first flip was Drew's fault, he was uncoordinated and the next thing I new I was underwater. We flipped several times after that, a lot of it was Drew's fault. Twice mine, once because a neighboring canoe tossed me a beer that landed in the river and started to float past, as I leaned to rescue it from a watery grave we went over. Hey, I was trying not to pollute! lol. Another time a chocolate lab named Riley who we retrieved from the river to return to his concerned owners made a jump for it and flipped us again. We ended up flipping a little over 10 times. The water was nice an warm and really enjoyable. We met a lot of new people including some cool college kids from Kent. By the end of the trip me and Drew were quite drunk but had a blast. Today I am totally sore and hurting everywhere. I am covered with scraped and bruises. You should see my legs, covered with black and blue mark. My right hand has a big gash in it from slipping and catching myself on the rocks. My back, sides, shoulders, and arms hurt from rowing. My thighs and hips ache from swimming and trudging through mud. All in all it was a BLAST and I can't wait to go again!

Dueling bitches.

So as if the drama between Lyla and Twyla wasn't enough today Cezanne and Lyla were going at it. Over food first, then again later because of the unfinished business with the earlier fight that me and mom had to break up. Our house is at war. Bitches being scrappy, it always seems like Lyla is involved... hmm. So we have to keep Lyla and Cezanne apart for a while until they decide to love each other again. In the mean time Lyla also can't go with Twyla, maybe she needs solitary confinement. So if these two don't figure it out soon I will be showing a different brace at the Western Reserve Specialty. You all are going to that aren't you!?!? I hope so, it's always a blast!

Lyla thinks shes a human.

Our dog Lyla, Ch. Kennebec Give Back My Heart, is a piece of work. She thinks she is the human in the house. When you tell her to go outside sometimes she'll listen if she decides to, but usually she'll run away to the bedroom and hide under a bed like a pouting toddler. Also Lyla is an escape artist, the dog can open doors! She knows how to get out of a bedroom we put her in and she can let herself back inside the house. Last night there was a thunderstorm and she was a mess as usual. So I spent the evening with her on a leash tied around my foot surrounded by puddles of saliva. She couldn't decide which room she wanted into and which one she wanted out of. She even opened the door to the bedroom which her arch rival Twyla stays in. Thanks god she was in a crate.
Lyla is my Moms heart dog. She follows her everywhere and is a mess when she is not around. We once put her in a vari kennel with the door flush against the wall, a blanket over her crate, and the room she was in had the door locked and closed. Yeah she got out. Another time she was in the house and opened the front door during a thunderstorm and my brother Justin had to chase her down the street naked. She is very Alpha Bitch. Yet she doesn't have problems with other dogs. She actually rather enjoys other dogs. When at a dog show she would walk up to other dogs and sniff them and once she decided they were OK she would sit next to them. The other dogs would usually begin cleaning her ears and eyes. I once read that about alphas that they don't fight because they don't have a need to. Other dogs just don't start stuff and have respect for her. Around here she is always the dog with the cleanest ears.
Because she is so stubborn she isn't much of a show dog because she would rather sit around and be old.

The fishes and the snakes.

This is J'aime see the heart?

So many people don't know this, but I also have fish. I am the fish whisperer. A lot of people have a hard time keeping fish alive. Well not this girl. At our house we have a 40 gallon tank with 5 goldfish. I love fish, but I hate the goldfish. They are so boring, they don't come in that many varieties of colors, they are all chubby and have no personalities. Blah. So today we were at PetSmart to get some chemicals and plants. My mom and I like the natural look, not those plastic plants. There were so many tropical fish there green spotted puffers, guramis, chichlids all kinds of stuff. There was also a really pretty calico goldfish. So my mom said that if one of the fish dies we can get one like it. Well guess what I'm about to go flush all those frickers! I kid, I kid.

Also aside from fabulous Cardigans we have 2 corn snakes. Beezy and J'aime. Beezy is about to shed and not looking or feeling well. J'aime is a tiny little guy they got as a baby that has just moved up from pinkies to real mice. He has a perfect heart on his head, thus the name.

More news: The Beashau household has gone green. We are no recyclers! We took a huge load today and I got a warm fuzzy that I was going good for the earth. Also I have began to embrace the if it's yellow let it mellow thing. I don't know if I can stick to it.

I got in an artistic mood today.

This has officially become my outlet for thoughts!

This weekend was a lot of fun. I went out to the bar with my brother girl friend on Friday night. It was like a high school reunion. That is typically a situation avoid, I was a theatre/show choir nerd in high school. Surprisingly, everyone was really nice and I caught up with a few people. I played volleyball but barely did anything because the guy next to me damn near pushed me over to get to the ball.

On Sunday we went to a park for a barbecue with the family. We had a lot of fun. My mother suggested I invite this guy I have been hanging out with. He took me to the senior prom and I agreed to meet with him after many invites on his part. I really wish I had not of. I am beginning to feel platonic relationships with the opposite sex are impossible. He was extremely forward and grabby and got to meet Ferris the raging feminist who will not stand for that. I hope to never see him again. (Thankfully I'm pretty sure he doesn't read my blog. Or does he?) A relationship is the last thing I want at the moment, I just got out of one. So the thought of men right now is revolting.

My moms said to me, "Oh, your not a feminist." Where has she been the last few years. She's talking to the same women who plans on keeping her last name, perhaps hyphenating if his is short enough. Oh yeah and since I'm doing all the hard work I'm pretty sure that my children should have my last name. The F word (Feminist) is not a bad thing. I thought my mom knew I didn't wear pink or learn to crochet because society expects me to. i promise this won't be the only feminist rant you hear from me. =)

Today I am painting a few ceilings, already preparing for the August arrival when will have a friend stay with us before the Western Reserve show. I hope all of you Cardi people are coming it is the social event of the summer, next to the national. It has all the same people minus the fancy hotel plus dancing and golf carts! It's so much fun.

My book should be coming to me in the mail in about 4 days! I just finished reading Twilight and New Moon for the second time. I am so ready to find out what happens in the third one. Don't anyone tell me! So who's going to be my date to the New Moon movie on November 20th?

I AM SO DEPRESSED! We went to the vet today to get Cezanne an ultra-sound. Then we found out exactly what we didn't want to hear. No puppies, not a single one. So we have nothing to look forward to in the beginning of June. No beautiful little black babies will be coming to us. I'm so upset, I was so looking forward to them. Darn. I guess the next time we will progesterone test the hell out of her instead of going by what the stud thinks. Ugh.

CAVS play tonight. I hope we don't lose again. Last time we lost to Orlando by one damn point.

Today me and my mother spent a lot of time in the back yard picking up any rock that might look remotely appetizing to Rosha. When we got to the vet there was lots of hideous mutts there that made me cringe as well as a lot of stupid people who breed those f ' in hybrids that make me want to vomit and gouge my eyes out at the sight of them. A beagle bulldog mix? WTF Can you imagine all the genetic garbage those dogs would have? Yuck I can't help it I'm a dog Nazi. Rosha went thought the surgery fine, we were certain to tell the vet to do very minimum shaving so she could be shown soon. She just needs three more points, she has all her majors. I have a hard time motivating myself to go to all breed shows though when majority of the judges are so dumb they wouldn't know a good Cardigan if it took a leak on the shoe. They typically like safe colored dogs with wide straight fronts... yeah that's not Rosha. She barely has any white on her face and has a rather correct Cardigan front.

The rest of my evening will be spent watching the RedBox movies and reading New Moon... again. Oh yeah, and soon enough I can publish our little secret to our website. Boy is it a big one... well if you know anything about pedigrees. I added a picture of my little girl for your veiwing pleasure. =)

"Are you making me babies?"

So I just went to feed the dogs for the evening. A little later than usual. I made Cezanne's food as tempting as possible because she has been hesitant to eat. So dinner included yogurt and a splash of terriyaki sauce to make it smell better. She ate ravenously and with gusto. YEAH!!! When I bent down to slide her bowl to her i felt her belly. I was so much softer than usual, almost saggy. So I got really really and started asking her, "OH! Zannie! Are you making me babies? HUH!? I hope their pretty ones. Babies in Zannie belly?" Of course she just wagged her tail and looked at me, I think she's used to her crazy mother talking to her like that.

Plans for this evening: Watching movies with my Mama and perhaps trying out our new blender (complete with spigot) to make "delicious beverages" as she calls them. I freaking LOVE Redbox. We rented: "Adam Sandlers Bed Time Stories," "Paul Blart: Mall Cop," and Benjamin Button."

Why did we have to name her that!?!?

So our lovely little girl Rosha once again took her name literally. We noticed yesterday that there was some vomit outside in the back yard. We really just shrugged it off and thought it must be from Cezanne because as many of you already know she is pregnant with Powell babies. (We hope.) So we imagined it was morning sickness. Then this morning when we got Rosha up to eat she had vomit in her crate. OH CRAP! Yep... she ate another rock. She was looking rather thin and not looking her usual radiant and bubbly self. So we took her to the vet and she will have surgery to remove it. So her name Beaszak's (god I wish I never had to type those last 3 letters again.) Rock Paper Scissors. She eats rock, we pay a lot of paper money, and the vet goes in with the scissors to remove it. Hope fully everything will go ok. Pray for our pretty black faced baby.

HEY LOOK I LEARNED HOW TO ADD PICS! I'M CATCHING ON!
This pic was taken by a puppy buyer. In order that is Riley, Rosha, Roxie, and Diesel.

If you can't beat them...

Ok so I decided blogging might be kind of fun and that I will give it a try. Some people who blog are obnoxious because they want to profess to everyone about thier knowledge on Cardigans. Often, that knowledge doesn't materialize in thier breeding programs. You often find flaws to thier rants though and it all makes sense why they have dogs that look the way that they do. HARSH... I know. Ok i'm done on that subject to briefly touch upon why I was at first reluctant to blog. I promise I will never do that. I have been in the breed for 11 years and I will openly admit, I DO NOT KNOW EVERYTHING. I am not afraid to admit it, recognizing ones own flaws is the only way to improve upon them. A wise man named Bob Caldwell said the other day, "I have been doing this longer than anyone. And I learn something new all the time." If only we all could be that wise.