He Started It All. . . Chase (10/09/06)
This was Geordie's sire:
Ch. Pinetop Paperchase came from Pinetop
Kennels in Scotland to become one of the most
influential sires in the U.S. He was loved
and owned by Jack and Susan DeWitt of
Norwalk, CT.
He is in the pedigree of numerous AKC-titled Champions and Earthdogs. . .One can only imagine what a great Earthdog he would have been had he the opportunity to participate!
Visit Holy Terrier Dog Designs
where he and other terriers find "immortality" on clothing, art prints, housewares, keepsakes, boxes, and more.
With awe and affection,
Jill, Geord, Mag
Kennels in Scotland to become one of the most
influential sires in the U.S. He was loved
and owned by Jack and Susan DeWitt of
Norwalk, CT.
He is in the pedigree of numerous AKC-titled Champions and Earthdogs. . .One can only imagine what a great Earthdog he would have been had he the opportunity to participate!
Visit Holy Terrier Dog Designs
where he and other terriers find "immortality" on clothing, art prints, housewares, keepsakes, boxes, and more.
With awe and affection,
Jill, Geord, Mag
Lying in the Lap of Luxury
Life is never boring to Rose Croft High Stepping Dax, reports Linda Gensler of San Carlos, CA. With their sons grown up and out of the house, Linda and John have a "daughter" to fill their empty nest.
Not only that, but Dax even has a store named after her, most appropriately and simply called Dax Stores. This online cornucopia of organic bedding-- in silk and cotton, well made and sturdy organic furniture, educational toys, and even cuckoo clocks boasts eclectic quality. Life is never boring there, but even if it seems so or Dax needs to check out, she luxuriates on her very own silk bedding-- which is The Best!
(Ah, and the silk clothing. Geordie himself, curled up on his plain cotton futon, dreams about the silk smoking jacket that he has coveted ever since seeing old clips of Hugh Heffner on some historical pop culture show on Arts and Entertainment. If only. . .)
Bred in the Central Valley of California by longtime Cairn terrier breeder, Jerrie Wolfe of Rose Croft Cairn Terriers, Dax is-- on her mother's side-- a first generation Americairn. Her mother, Mille, was born in Denmark, a wonderful place in Scandinavia, where they feed their guests well while laughing their heads off as you try to pronounce the name of a favorite dessert made of red currants served with cream. Rødgrød med fløde Thank GOD that I can type it in lieu of pronouncing it. I just love the internet!
Dax has been taking Tahitian Noni Canine Essentials, which has made her already-lush coat even more so.
(Ignore all the other ads for Tahitian Noni Juice and use the links on this entry. . .)
She loves eating, going for walks, and catching squirrels and rats. A staunch feminist, Dax is independent and a dog-- as opposed to a person-in-a-furry-suit-- and is proud of it. Linda reports that Dax considers herself superior to her humans in all ways. She allows Linda and John to join her in toy-play, but it is she who sets the parameters. They are also Dax's Retrieval Service if a ball somehow ends up under the dining room table.
Only a lap dog when it serves her, Dax loves to travel and is a real trouper. She loves meeting new people, lest the "old ones" become too boring, quips Linda, in so many words. After all, to Dax, ". . .we are slow, ponderous, uncoordinated creatures that cannot keep up with her," Linda Gensler mock-laments . . .
Maggie and Geordie have yet to meet the regal Dax, but they already know that she is their kind of gal.
Best,
Jill, Magda, Georg-en
Cairn Terrier Chillin'
Rose Croft High Stepping Dax of, Cairn Terrier Queen of San Carlos, CA. "What big front feet you have!" I comment to her by way of Linda. Cairn terriers are supposed to have nice big round front feet-- bigger and rounder than their back ones.
Dax is Holy Terrier Dog Design's latest "spokesbitch" and model.
Not only that, but Dax even has a store named after her, most appropriately and simply called Dax Stores. This online cornucopia of organic bedding-- in silk and cotton, well made and sturdy organic furniture, educational toys, and even cuckoo clocks boasts eclectic quality. Life is never boring there, but even if it seems so or Dax needs to check out, she luxuriates on her very own silk bedding-- which is The Best!
(Ah, and the silk clothing. Geordie himself, curled up on his plain cotton futon, dreams about the silk smoking jacket that he has coveted ever since seeing old clips of Hugh Heffner on some historical pop culture show on Arts and Entertainment. If only. . .)
Bred in the Central Valley of California by longtime Cairn terrier breeder, Jerrie Wolfe of Rose Croft Cairn Terriers, Dax is-- on her mother's side-- a first generation Americairn. Her mother, Mille, was born in Denmark, a wonderful place in Scandinavia, where they feed their guests well while laughing their heads off as you try to pronounce the name of a favorite dessert made of red currants served with cream. Rødgrød med fløde Thank GOD that I can type it in lieu of pronouncing it. I just love the internet!
Dax has been taking Tahitian Noni Canine Essentials, which has made her already-lush coat even more so.
(Ignore all the other ads for Tahitian Noni Juice and use the links on this entry. . .)She loves eating, going for walks, and catching squirrels and rats. A staunch feminist, Dax is independent and a dog-- as opposed to a person-in-a-furry-suit-- and is proud of it. Linda reports that Dax considers herself superior to her humans in all ways. She allows Linda and John to join her in toy-play, but it is she who sets the parameters. They are also Dax's Retrieval Service if a ball somehow ends up under the dining room table.
Only a lap dog when it serves her, Dax loves to travel and is a real trouper. She loves meeting new people, lest the "old ones" become too boring, quips Linda, in so many words. After all, to Dax, ". . .we are slow, ponderous, uncoordinated creatures that cannot keep up with her," Linda Gensler mock-laments . . .
Maggie and Geordie have yet to meet the regal Dax, but they already know that she is their kind of gal.
Best,
Jill, Magda, Georg-en
Cairn Terrier Chillin'
Rose Croft High Stepping Dax of, Cairn Terrier Queen of San Carlos, CA. "What big front feet you have!" I comment to her by way of Linda. Cairn terriers are supposed to have nice big round front feet-- bigger and rounder than their back ones.
Dax is Holy Terrier Dog Design's latest "spokesbitch" and model.
Halloween End-of-Month Reflections
The days have gotten shorter. Almost in total sync with the advent of Standard Time, the exterior temperatures started to drop into appropriate late fall temperatures. Meanwhile, the dogs are doing their darndest to confound me about the time change. They are demanding their dinner an hour earlier because-- like Hawaii, Arizona (except the Navajo Nation), Puerto Rico, the Virgin Islands, Guam, and American Samoa, Maggie and Geordie have chose not to observe Daylight Savings Time. Or rather, they'd be on Standard Time year-round because dinnertime is always earlier when you "Fall Back."
As luck would have it, our house's furnace decided to quit, and Larry turned on the oven to cut the chill that would pervade the house.
Maggie and Geordie will probably grow visibly more coat in the two days that we will be sans a natural gas-heated environment. I like bundling up in layers and huddling under blankets and making the transition of summer to autumn-winter fare. Tonight it will be clam chowder, and when I do my yoga, I will get warm. Besides, living in a colder atmosphere, you burn more calories. So I have turned off the oven and will argue that the heat radiating from the burner where the soup will simmer is sufficient to prevent the expansion and shrinking of the drywall that would ruin our abode until tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon, the heating repairperson will arrive, fix the problem, and charge an amount of money that will cause my jaw to drop. I am unmechanical, so they can do whatever they want and I wouldn't know the difference.
I have been a busy-beaver (although the mother of an Oregon Duck-alumnus) making some new designs for my Cafe Press shop, Holy Terrier Dog Designs in the form of some new 2007 calendars:
So it's Halloween. Neither my dogs nor I am dressed in costumes. Few trick-or-treaters bothered to show up, so we're left with candy that doesn't tempt me. It's milk chocolate; I much prefer dark.
Geordie doesn't need an occasion to dress. He'll don pretty much anything just to attract all the attention in his universe. So there is a calendar in his honor:
In honor of Halloween, again we walked among the fallen leaves at the Canemah Cemetery path. Maggie and Geordie cavorted, seemingly energized by the chill in the air. We went early. After all, we didn't want to encounter any Halloween surprises. . .
Boo!
Jill, Magwitch, BoyGeordz
As luck would have it, our house's furnace decided to quit, and Larry turned on the oven to cut the chill that would pervade the house.
Maggie and Geordie will probably grow visibly more coat in the two days that we will be sans a natural gas-heated environment. I like bundling up in layers and huddling under blankets and making the transition of summer to autumn-winter fare. Tonight it will be clam chowder, and when I do my yoga, I will get warm. Besides, living in a colder atmosphere, you burn more calories. So I have turned off the oven and will argue that the heat radiating from the burner where the soup will simmer is sufficient to prevent the expansion and shrinking of the drywall that would ruin our abode until tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon, the heating repairperson will arrive, fix the problem, and charge an amount of money that will cause my jaw to drop. I am unmechanical, so they can do whatever they want and I wouldn't know the difference.
I have been a busy-beaver (although the mother of an Oregon Duck-alumnus) making some new designs for my Cafe Press shop, Holy Terrier Dog Designs in the form of some new 2007 calendars:
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2007 Assorted Original Terrier Calendars!
All new terrier calendars include all-Westies, all-Cairn, the over-the-top "Cairns Gone Wild," and one that shows assorted terriers. Great gifts for the holidays that last year-round.
All new terrier calendars include all-Westies, all-Cairn, the over-the-top "Cairns Gone Wild," and one that shows assorted terriers. Great gifts for the holidays that last year-round.
So it's Halloween. Neither my dogs nor I am dressed in costumes. Few trick-or-treaters bothered to show up, so we're left with candy that doesn't tempt me. It's milk chocolate; I much prefer dark.
Geordie doesn't need an occasion to dress. He'll don pretty much anything just to attract all the attention in his universe. So there is a calendar in his honor:
In honor of Halloween, again we walked among the fallen leaves at the Canemah Cemetery path. Maggie and Geordie cavorted, seemingly energized by the chill in the air. We went early. After all, we didn't want to encounter any Halloween surprises. . .
Boo!
Jill, Magwitch, BoyGeordz
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