So with the mild weather this past weekend, Roger and I decided to get a jump on our spring training to start gearing up for this year's Hike-a-Thon to raise money for Dog Scouts of America. Last year we raised $450 and came in fourth place nationally in our fundraising efforts. We hope to top that number this year with help from Pappy John and his four-legged friend Jasper. They were the real catalyst in getting our butts out to walk. Pappy just finished his first full round of radiation and chemotherapy, so Jasper thought that taking him for a walk at South Middleton Park would be a great way to celebrate.
Four dogs waiting in line to "water" the fire hydrant
In addition to logging 3-miles under our collars, Roger also collected 3 stray piles of the required 50 piles of poo towards his Clean Up America Dog Scout Badge. Rather than use up all our Bags on Board during this walk, next trip we'll be taking a poop scooper because it's obvious that many dogs walk their irresponsible owners along the pedestrian path of this lovely park laid out by Boy Scouts. What a shame!
Clean Up America Badge
It's a good thing that we didn't witness any of these inconsiderate folks in action or else Mom would have walked up to them and asked them if they needed a bag to cleanup after their four-legged friend. Believe me, Mom is not afraid to get on her soap box and lecture irresponsible pet owners, who make it "ruff" for those of us who do care about the environment and cleaning up.
As a matter of fact, she did very politely explain to an owner of a 4-year-old boxer the benefits of spaying and neutering. I fear that if we run into too many more unaltered dogs at the park, Mom is going to have the phrase "Don't litter. Spay and neuter your pets!" embroidered on to my Dog Scout uniform.
Another reason to make sure that I am in tip-top shape is because I am tentatively on the schedule to lead several 3-mile hikes at Troop 161's Blue Ridge Mini Camp which will be held in Swanton, Maryland in August. For more information about camp, please check out our Troop's Blue Ridge Dog Scout Mini Camp blog.
While my time in the show ring was short-lived, I can't help but provide you with these highlights of the Boxer Best of Breed judging at Westminster.
Since I didn't have any relatives in the ring — at least none that I know of, we had to root for Scarlett (GCh. Winfall Brookwood Styled Dream), who I've had the pleasure of meeting at last year's National American Boxer Club. Yes, it is true. My heart pined away for her as I stood peering out the window of our hotel room at her during her morning run sporting her red booties and all.
GCh. Winfall Brookwood Styled Dream
Scarlett with handler Diego Garcia ringside
For those of you who don't follow the Boxer World, Scarlett is the #1 Boxer, #1 Working Dog, and #3 Dog Among All Breeds. As predicted, Scarlett took Best of Breed at the National ABC show last year in Kentucky, but my cousin GCh. Katandy's Fast Forward "Frankie" took Best Opposite Sex — making him Top Dog.
Frankie Best In Show Wright County Kennel Club October 9, 2011
My cousin Frankie
Multi-BISS GCh. Katandy's Fast Forward
I will have to tell this story since Mom doesn't believe in posting on Facebook what a good life, we have at the Knowlton Household. Quite frankly, I cannot imagine a better one.
Anyway, Mom traveled to State College recently to interview some students at Penn State Law's University Park campus and had a productive day — learning details about the great students we have.
After coming home, getting in her jammies, she realized that she mistakenly brought home the key to the fleet car which she used in her travels. Panicked and hoping beyond all belief that the car was not reserved for the next day, she called the Law School's Director of Business Services, who informed her that the fleet car was scheduled for 7 o'clock the next morning. RATS!
Being a crazy dog mom that she is, I might also mention that she was extremely excited about the arrival of our new soft-sided crates by Premier that she purchased at Overstock.com for $75 a piece. What a steal! I was darn near as excited as she was, since I can actually fit in this one as opposed to the one she "picked up" from the trash at last year's ABC National Show in Kentucky and fixed.
For the love of Dog, please someone get me out of this box
As illustrated below, I can still stick my head out of the top of the convertible when it's open, but notice all the extra leg room. Heck, I can have a party in my new crib. And, as a bonus it comes with a cushioned mat, which I have been known to destroy so we'll see how long that lasts.
Size does matter. Check out the size of this crib!
My bully siblings can't stand the excitement of our new crates
Back to my story ... Not planning to be at work the following morning at the butt crack of dawn, Mom decided that she needed to return the key to the Law School that night. At that point, Dad, Thelma Lou, Roger and I had just arrived home from delivering Meals on Wheels, but Dad insisted on driving the key back into the Law School so that Mom wouldn't have to get back in the car after having spent four hours on the road traveling.
Hats off to our Daddy Dawg. Seriously, he is the best Daddy Dawg in the world. This is after he arose at 5:30 in the morning and drove Pappy John to his radiation treatment in Hershey, then made and delivered Meals on Wheels.
My Grammy Lee has offered to place him with several homes if we ever get sick of him. Fat chance!!! Did I mention he cooks, cleans, and takes us for daily rides???
So, if you hear about any "Daddy Dawg of the Year Award" competitions out there, please let me know, because he certainly deserves a nomination.