Category: Olympia


I have a great family of dogs, they haven’t had much chance to show themselves lately: my girl Olympia is vacationing in Placerville; hiking, playing ball in a large grassy and wooded yard and going to an agility class. She’s set for breeding Sept, 2016 What a wonderful mother she has been, this will be her final breeding so we’re all excited.

Comes cordis Olympia the Lagotto Romagnolo

Olympia the Lagotto Romagnolo

Re the Lagotto Romagnolo National Specialty, can’t you just see us racing across the states?  Little Mason riding lookout, giving directions, me with a rope in my teeth pulling and pulling the van across the highways, my Lagotti peering out the windshield from the captains seats …. faster Mom faster! Pull! Pull! Pull! . . . only 2,400 miles to go. the pups are 2 years old now. Seriously, the airbags were shot on the Firestone ride-rites and won’t be in until Fri. It’s amazing they lasted so long, a good 21 years! Still seems everything happens when I’m pressed for time and eager to make something special.  Decision time upcoming.

the old airbag for Firestone Ride-Rite.

The old airbag for Firestone Ride-Rite Air Springs. Both will be replaced.

Well, the dogs don’t care, as long as we have fun they are super happy whatever we do.

Flying Curls Jeana

Flying Curls Jeana, Lagotto Romagnolo

Flying Curls Jackson

Flying Curls Jackson, Lagotto Romagnolo

My little Mason (Jamie Rosenthal, Flying Curls Lagotto Romagnolo)

My sweetheart Mason looking very serious.

Brown with white male. House Trained, learning basic obedience, sleeps in his crate or next to your bed; great with kids / families / singles, cats, other pets, loves people; agile, sweet, smart and bouncy. He’d love to do K9 Freestyle, scent work, obedience, agility and to be your best friend. Details:  Comes cordis Olympia   New litter coming… Winter 2016 

julien: Lagotto Romagnolo Julien 20

Olympia and the Pups, 3 1/2 days old

Olympia and the Pups, 3 1/2 days old

No dog show today  Even with Olympia looking super, or she was, right now she has grease on her rear but we’re back home. Today was the AKC SLO dog show in Paso Robles; we were the only Lagotto Romagnolo entered so easy win to get Breed (Best In Category) and likely we would have won Miscellaneous (our Class) to earn a few points for her Certificate of Merit (COM) which in dog show speak, is the title you can earn when your breed is new to the American Kennel Club.  Little Curl Puff, had two baths this week and a carefully managed coat, not so easy in a breed that naturally felts and particularly not when it’s Olympia who loves LOVES dirt and cannot resist a good roll and waggle in piles of sticky leaves, debris, mud, fertilizer, sidewalk scum  . . whatever comes her way.  We had the trot thing rehearsed and unlike the disastrous last time at the Santa Barbara show when Olympia was coming out of her false pregnancy / hormone high she was all happy girl excited , . . . she was gonna show me how it was done, strutting her stuff for the judge, it was a done deal.

I left a little later than planned but plenty of time. Decided not to enter the printmaking show in spite of urging by the show committee so I could concentrate on Olympia, decided not to do this and that, and the other things…  all for my pup. Olympia deserves titles, the only thing holding her back is me, I find dog shows stressful and her pacing drives me nuts, but when she trots that goofy waddle turns into smooth movement.

Half way up the Cuesta Grade, it happened, the big kahuna (this video is going the other way…  I was heading North, but I liked the whirl of the road:   At first the Ford slowed a little, no problem, I turned the air off and eased up on the accelerator, no point pushing, we were almost there, just a few more miles. My mind was already working though our perfect trot, doing a little vendor browsing, chatting with some friends….  it’s been a stressful week, my heartache flaring along with a sinus trouble, but so what, life goes on and the road ahead will have new joys; yet when the Ford died my heart was pounding.  Stuck on the shoulder with semis whipping by, the heat cresting and worst of all the clock ticking.  Where was the background music and the fade to panorama?

AAA sent someone out within 20 mins, I told them it was an emergency, the operator was from LA she had no idea what the Cuesta Grade is, she wanted an off ramp to pinpoint my location…. hmmmmm…  if there was an off-ramp don’t ya think I could have taken it and removed myself from one of the most dangerous sections of the hwy?  This is a scary place to be stuck!!!! Oh yeah, never mind in LA traffic moves at 17 mph.

I got to test out my improved jerk handling skills with tow driver #1. He was a younger sort and a bully. I could put up with his ordering me around and getting me to go sit in the cab of his air condition truck, it was hot.  He didn’t offer any water or anything like that and apparently the AAA rescue squad does not carry items like antifreeze, way too advanced for them. We got into it about my dog….  he didn’t even notice the dog. “Dog can’t ride in the cab, lady, you see I’ve got to watch out for customers that are allergic to dogs.”   I’m probably being too nice with my quote, as I told him 1) my dog wasn’t the kind people were allergic to, 2) she is valuable, 3) she is extremely important  4) if he insisted I would put her in her crate (there was no place inside the cab for her crate) or I’d carry her and hold her in my arms.  The guy was a….  XXXXXX moron, control type . . . you get it? Is this really AAA policy, even with a window cracked open I don’t want to think about the outcome of a living creature alone in a box on a hot day.

It takes only minutes to cook up in a car, easily can rise to 160 deg or more even if with windows cracked down a bit. It was easily 90 deg out, so how long would Olympia have before her tongue started to hang out, then curl and darken with heavy panting, her eyes would bulge and glaze over, then her heart would start to beat too fast . Parked cars are deathtrap for dogs: On a 78-degree day, the temperature inside a parked car can soar to between 100 and 120 degrees in just minutes, and on a 90-degree day, the interior temperature can reach as high as 160 degrees in less than 10 minutes.

He ignored me, repeating his manifesto with his dictate to remain seated. I didn’t, I got out and let Olympia out of the backseat of the Ford, walked her around, gave her some water, then I picked her up and somehow, no help from Mr Jerk, clambered up into cab without letting her beautiful paws touch anything other than me.   I announced to the driver that if he didn’t allow her he could just leave and I’d stay there on the dangerous hwy with my dog. He had my keys and had already chained up the Ford.  I felt like I did when my Mom dumped me on the street in Europe with no wallet, no pocket change, no sweater, no name of hotel, nothing and drove away. She came back while I still figuring out what to do but really I would have managed.

As soon as we were underway he got on the radio, “I’m only taking you down the hill,” he told me, “another truck will pick you up from there.”  I was relieved, he was stony and I didn’t have a chisel. I was supposed to wait in the lot for 1/2 hour and use the hotter than hell outhouse around back over the slightly less hotter than hell blacktop.  I could hear him tell the other driver about my evil dog.

Driver #2 had a flatbed truck, I liked that, rather than having the Ford dragged like a child by its hair and even before he got out I saw him smile at Olympia. Oh wow! I was happier. We stopped for gas, we stopped and got some drinks, we got water for Olympia and a little walk, we stopped because I needed the rest stop. He even washed his hands so he could pet and play with her although she’d already gotten the grease on her by then.

I thought we would need to have the big flatbed tow truck towed, it sputtered, the air conditioner kept cutting out so we had the window wind blasting us, he gave me his book of maps to cover my legs which were burning. The tow truck groaned and made noises that it shouldn’t have made as we chatted, little Olympia in-between us on the front seat. We were talking about trips and GPS systems so you could travel alone as I do and still find your way but he reminded me how much fun it is to get lost, to discover places because you didn’t know you’d be there.  He made the day kinda fun, a temporary find, a friendly hand….  we talked about the attitude of offering cheer when things go wrong, He’s a dog lover, a good kind of people. So thank you AAA Premier for the tow.

towed home

Got home in time to pick up Mason and take them both for a romp at sunset. Time and Money of course down the drain . . . lost on the highway . . . when will the winds blow the other way?  So many troubled years, cursed bad luck. Which direction should we head? Maybe it’s time for getting lost.

Here’s a shot of Olympia showing us that her favorite thing in life is round.

Olympia and her ball

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Time Passes

Today is my 2nd year Anniversary on WordPress. Wow. Currently not traveling, but hope to take a short trip to Placerville and my great friend Lee if Olympia is up to it after the July 4th weekend Ventura Cluster Summerfest All Breed Dog Shows. I think Terzo will be at the show (Olympia’s stud!)and some other wonderful Lagotto! I’ll be volunteering with my local AKC Club, Channel City Kennel Club, setting up the judges lunch. This year Mason and Olympia will be watching from the couch waiting to see what fun things I bring home from the vendors.

Comes cordis Olympia of Flying Curls

Waiting for puppies!

 

Then there was Chico

The two things that make Olympia the happiest are Tennis Balls and Water!

Olympia at Bidwell Park

Olympia at
Bidwell Park

We got lucky I choose the right part of the Park

Dogs
Dogs may be off leash from 5:30 AM until 8:30 AM in Lower Bidwell Park– All other times dogs must be on a leash. Along the north side of Upper Park Road, dogs may be “off leash” anytime. While “off leash”, dogs must remain under control via master’s voice. Dogs are not allowed in One-Mile or Five- Mile swimming areas, or swimming holes in Upper Park.

At least there were lots of other well behaved dogs hiking off leash and playing in the shoreline. BTW Olympia doesn’t chase the birds, only Tennis Balls! LOL

Swim, girl, swim

Swim, girl, swim

Happy Little Mason

Happy Little Mason

Mason at Bidwell Park, Chico

Play time at camp in Idaho

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Really we don’t know how Mom does stuff without us. For example, me, Olympia, I’m the one who finds the lost keys. If they’re on the ground I step on em. There’s a button that makes a noise, I just put my paw on that over and over and wallah then we can go! Mason’s the serious one, always watching and encouraging and telling Mom where to stop and all. But now that we’re home, oh sure, it’s good to see our usual haunts, but we’re getting fat and lazy.

This is great place to curl up... just the right size and no one's going anywhere without me!

Round, Green and Bouncy

Tennis ball, tennis ball,

tennis ball, teNNIS baLL,  oh….what’s this….

PINE CONE…. pine cone, pine cone,

tennis ball, pine cone, tennis ball!

Here we are getting our picture taken by the nice mural in Leavenworth WA….. the shops weren’t so dog friendly but everyone on the street said hi to us…… yes…. am still thinking about TB’s and PC’s…A dog we met, Mocha, has tennis balls all over her house!!!!!!!  What a great place that was!!!

They put this down low just for us!

Hi Everyone

Okay Mom says trip is delayed again…  this time it’s because of me, can you believe that! She tells me I started my Season. . . is that a new game, something to eat–I don’t know, we’ve been staying home a lot.

My Lagotto Romagnolo

Olympia in her summer haircut

Here I am in my summer do. Grooming can be such an ordeal.

Kisses, everyone…

later, signed me, Olympia