[PyrNet-L] Re:LOST & CONFUSED

[judith diamond <pyrenees@gwi.net>]

> Hi everyone,hi Chris, remember, you asked,

    In the year of 1952, I was in my mother's womb. Stomping my feet
like that of a pyrenees bitch. When I was old enough to kiss, I licked.
When I was old enough to speak, I barked. When my mother wanted me to
walk, I stood there and played dumb. When I was told to stay and to
enjoy my play/pen/crate, I whined,  like my Lexi does, until my Mother
kept me near her.  When my Mommy wanted be to lay down and stay, I would
get up and play. When she would want me to put me into a down stay to
sleep, I howled the night away until, she put me into hers and Daddy's
bed. When Mother said no, I'd give her the Pyrenees Look to make Mom
relent. When she  said to," get off the furniture", I would stay on.
    In the year of  late, 1955, I knew the purpose and the meaning of
life. It was to be owned by a dog! From the womb up until then, I knew
this god, they Mom and Dad at times talked of, somehow, walked paw to
paw together, with all of the earth's dog's. Back then, I could only
sense  what it was; that unconditionally free and constant love, they
both give.
    Daddy, a wonderful and loving Daddy, throughout his life he lied to
me only once. He gave me a book. It was The Complete Book of Dog's, from
the AKC. (a green one without the jacket.) He told me to pick a dog
breed from the photograph's. Anyone at all. Then, a puppy from that
breed would be mine.
    I had arrived! This was indeed, heaven on earth, for little Judy! I
studied. I looked and I looked. Atlas! The most beautiful dog in the
world, did I see! Soft, white and fluffy, it was a great pyrenee'. I
knew then, that if God had eyes, it would look like those, right there
on that page. The book I did bring, with a shout and a scream, to
father. He gave me a look, that was some what a bother. Dad, quickly
called a fellow doctor. He was something like, a doggie doctor. Dr. Jim
told Dad," no, no, no! This dog was too big living in this Manhattan
family show! Big apartment or not this dog will need some free roaming
care. Not at all like what you have there. Get Judy, a Miniature
Schnauzer or a medium size of a poodle."
So it goes and so it went, my dear poodle, Suzy was never quite heaven
sent!
    From the womb-the year's until 1984, I wished, fantasized and dreamt
of at night, my pyrenees, my pyrenees, MY Pyrenees, but I, as a pyr
parent or my situation were never right.
    In the year of 1984, Carol Hardy, God and I, opened the pyr door. I
knew little of breeder's. I wanted to know more! I Called AKC first.
Then I searched dog magazines for pyr breeder's. There were fancy ads,
there were big ad's and there were those in-between. Suddenly, in  both
my belly and  intuition  I called only one. It was right, and my pyr
Contessa of Balibasque to me, was almost given. Carolyn knew that my
soul was part pyrenees. She arrange a payment program for us with mutual
glee. I always had, so, wanted to pick out my first pyr. Money then,
would not allow the PA. trip. However, something very deep inside, told
me, that for my first child, Carolyn would pick Tess, better than me!
Tess was the best! Nana, Jonah and Lexi, the rest, well, is history.
    In the year of 1999, Lexington will have her litter, who knows, the
best is yet, to be. About my babies, I love to brag, so, together we
shall see.
                                                               Judith,
Jonah & Lexi...........?
                                                        God spelled
backwards is dog.