The time has come and the Walls of Fame have come down. Yes, I cried. A lot. There were a lot of holes that needed filling in and a lot of primer before we even begin painting these walls. Memories are stored safely away in plastic bins.
What amazed me most was, I have a bad memory. I can hardly remember what happened yesterday, much less years ago. But it seems to be different when it comes to dog shows. Those big ribbons on the wall were really easy to remember. Shiloh had a "blue ribbon drawer" where I kept his first place ribbons. He won lots of times, and in many venues - obedience agility (those were the most), conformation, and herding. When I went through the blue ribbon drawer I could pull out any ribbon from any venue and remember the story of each first place, how that run went, and sometimes even who placed in the class with me. I remembered the venue, what it was like there, and the entire experience of that day. So many happy memories.
Most of Dusty's first place ribbons came from the veteran's classes. He had a long and happy Veteran obedience career. Those ribbons are every bit as precious as those pretty blue ones. Shiloh's first "first" that counted towards his OTCH blue ribbon was encased in a plastic baggie. Dusty's last Veteran's class ribbon was also in a plastic baggie. Both of those memories are as if they were yesterday.
And now the painting begins - what a chore. My daughter loves to paint; wish she were here to help out, I don't enjoy it a single bit, nor am I as good at it as she is.
Looking forward to putting new holes in the wall from Pinch and Moto, much to the exasperation of my husband!
1 comment:
Oh sister, I know how hard that was on you. We remember those wonderful moments in our lives and Shiloh and Dusty gave you many of those. Love you....
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