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Ode to the Old Lady

September 24, 2008

This whole crazy life gone to the dogs started with a beautiful German Shorthaired Pointer puppy named Windy.  Although here a Solstice we now are focusing on Cardigan Welsh Corgis my 1st dogs were Shorthairs.  I had Snert, Gwen, Sigfried and Lane and on Valentine’s Day 1997, Windy arrived in El Paso.

I had been exploring showing dogs for a couple of years, I joined the GSP club, I worked the 1996 GSPCA nationals show, I stewarded with the New Mexico Stewards Association for a year and then I started looking for a “show dog”.   I found one and my life changed.  

Linda and Kevin Flynn of Milton, MA had a beautiful litter of 6, 2 girls and 4 boys.  Their Keltic Shorthairs had done well on the east coast and they were beautiful.  After many discussions they allowed me to chose one of the girls since they felt both were of equal quality.  I choose Miss Pink and Miss Teal staying at Keltic.

Miss Pink became Ch. Keltic’s Winter Solstice, CGC. 

aka Windy or The Diva or Woo 

Windy, Best of Breed
Windy, Best of Breed


When I got Windy I also got Linda and Kevin Flynn.  Linda and Kevin are the very best kind of people to start a new person out in the sport of dogs.  Besides being wonderful dog mentors they are wonderful friends and Windy gets the credit for bringing them into my life.   Without Windy I wouldn’t have Linda and Kevin or any of the truly special people in my life.  I would not have met, Leslie and Bob, Harry, Kathy, Phyllis or the rest of my gang.  Of course without Windy there wouldn’t be the Solstice Cardigans and El Paso would not have the Onate Trail Dog Fanciers Association, the AKC licensed Kennel club that I founded.  So one dog makes a big difference.

Ch. Vacation Dog

Ch. Vacation Dog

Windy is my 1st show dogs, 1st Champion, 1st National award winner, 1st agility competitor and 1st brood bitch.    Windy hated the ring, my fault, I made it too important and my nerves made it scary for her but she is such a beautiful girl that she finished in spite of my bad handling. 

Windy did love to travel, so because she liked to go but hated to show I thought it would be a good idea to get her an RV.  Windy loves her RV and was always happier hanging out there than in the nasty crate.  When we went to look at them the salesman knew who the RV was for and went and got her a chair to sit on while we talked the deal, offered her ice for her water bucket and went and got a bigger golf cart so she could ride around to look at them too, yep the Diva!

Windy took trips to Napa Valley, the Grand Canyon, Cape Cod and she spent one New Year’s Eve with the crowd on the Rose Parade route wearing a New Year’s Eve party hat and seemed like she enjoyed the parade the next day.    She also went on some neat dog show trips but she didn’t think they were so fun. 


On a snowy day

On a snowy day


As you can tell by the RV purchase Windy is a Diva, it was a good thing she left the Northeast as a young puppy because she hates weather, she is a warm sunny day type of girl. 


In 2002 Windy presented me with two lovely girls, she delivered her litter in true Drama Queen fashion with a whelping that was even featured in the Nov. 2008 issue of Dog World.    Windy’s girls grew up to be Ch. Solstice Thriteen Moons (Luna)  and GSPCA National Sweepstakes winner Solstice Keltic Beltane Fire (Wicca). 
Windy in the Whelping box

Windy in the Whelping box

Windy will be 12 on November 11th and although she is getting ackey and creaky in the rear she still never misses a meal, loves to carry around her stuffed animals and chew her rawhides.  Every day is a joy no matter how demanding she is.

Although she is in the autumn of her life with winter fast approaching the Diva still rules from her tattered arm chair, demanding servitude from me and homage from the younger dogs.  Hail Woo!  Long may she reign!


Windy on 9.23.08

Windy on 9.23.08

The Power of a Dog 


THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. 
Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear. 


When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find–it’s your own affair–
But…you’ve given your heart for a dog to tear. 


When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!);
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart for the dog to tear. 


We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve:
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long–
So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear? 
Rudyard Kipling
9 Comments leave one →
  1. September 25, 2008 1:06 am

    OMG. I so enjoyed your story of Windy. Then when I got to the poem, I balled my eyes out. My heart dog, a black lab named Murphy, lived to be 14.

    Thanks for sharing the story and the poem. Hope you have many more years to enjoy Windy.


  2. September 25, 2008 3:15 am

    After a bad week and a trip to vet (things are better now) I started thinking about her influence on my life and wanted to share the Woo. The Kipling poem I read in high school and it has always been with me, it is a tear jerker for sure.

    Glad you enjoyed meeting my Diva girl.

  3. September 25, 2008 5:35 pm

    Wow, Jinnie, she’s really gotten white in the face in the last 2 and 1/2 years.

  4. September 25, 2008 6:32 pm

    Yep, and her feet are grey too, it looks like she is wearing really white socks.

  5. September 26, 2008 12:40 am

    What a stunningly beautiful girl!

    I grew up with Pointers (And Springers). Grandpa trained, worked, and occasionally bred working sporting dogs, as did many of his friends. I always assumed I’d grow to be a sporting dog person, and today, am shocked I don’t have a Sporter in my pack!

    I can see owning a GSP, or another Cocker in the future. Totally differnt world from the Cardis!

  6. Sarah K permalink
    September 26, 2008 4:22 am

    Awww, what a great tribute. My life in dogs started with the sleek-coated, too (with a couple of Springers thrown in). I love my Cardigans and Hawk the Vallhund, but I can’t imagine not having a GSP or Weim in the house. In fact, when I lost my Weim Graycie (I say kane is my heart, but Graycie is my soul), five months went by and our house was just not right. The boys were without their leader. So, somehow we found Savannah, an old, arthritic, malnourished Weim at a rural shelter. I think that we needed her as much as she needed us. Things are right in the world again. Big hugs to Windy, and lots of stroking those long, silky ears, right down to the tips. 🙂

  7. September 26, 2008 4:48 am

    I’m not sure I can live with out one. The GSP is my idea of a classic dog, the cardigans are sort of cartoon looking dogs but the GSP is a “dog”.

  8. September 30, 2008 11:42 am

    What a beautiful tribute Jinnie. Your Diva is a beautiful dog.

  9. September 30, 2008 1:44 pm

    Thanks Holly, She has my heart.

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