Bittersweet moments
Today is pastoral group at Crufts, and for the first time in forever or so it feels like I am not going.
I got a text earlier on though with the results of the vallhund judging - and promptly embarrassed myself by bursting into tears in the middle of the office.
Spike, Karli's son, had won the reserve dog ticket and Stanley, her grandson, the dog ticket (for non dog people - they were the best male vallhunds there today according to the judge). The judge himself is a highly respected Swede so should definately know what he is looking for in a native Swedish breed.
Admittedly they were happy tears, I am so proud of what my girly achieved and passed on to future generations, but I am missing her so much just now.
I got a text earlier on though with the results of the vallhund judging - and promptly embarrassed myself by bursting into tears in the middle of the office.
Spike, Karli's son, had won the reserve dog ticket and Stanley, her grandson, the dog ticket (for non dog people - they were the best male vallhunds there today according to the judge). The judge himself is a highly respected Swede so should definately know what he is looking for in a native Swedish breed.
Admittedly they were happy tears, I am so proud of what my girly achieved and passed on to future generations, but I am missing her so much just now.