What The Heck? You Have To Be A Freaking Millionaire In This
Sport?
That is what
I’m beginning to believe. I just made my
entries for a fairly local show and it cost $318.00. That entered one special for 4 days, and 2
class dogs for 2 days. Then we will have
gas and lodging and food for the weekend.
It is a long weekend, so there was an extra day of entries, but even
so. We will be traveling to the USA for
a show this weekend, so our expense is even higher for that 3 days. We
absolutely love showing dogs. There is
nothing we would rather be doing. But
this year, we have spent on average of $500.00 per weekend and we have shown
almost every weekend. $20,000 is
approximately what we have spent on showing our dogs this year so far, not
counting advertising and other miscellaneous expenses. I am sure that there are others that spend more
than us.
All we have
to do to discourage young and enthusiastic people or families with children
that are looking for a family activity or older folks that are looking for
something new and fun to do in their retirement, give them an idea of what they
will spend in this sport. Ok, young
people most likely won’t trade off vacations with friends and their gym
memberships to get into Dog Fancy.
Families will probably pass because the cost is too high without
sacrificing school uniforms, college fund and kids birthday gifts. Are older folks willing to cash in their
RRSPs and sell the family heirlooms to have enough disposable income to pay for
the dog fancy? All that said tongue in
cheek, but you know there is some truth in what I’m saying.
I know
someone that won the lottery and decided to use some of her winnings to
campaign her dog with a professional handler for one year. That is the only way she could ever afford to
do that. I know Alliances have been made
between owner/handlers to help show each other’s dogs, so they won’t have the
expense
of a professional handler. I
feel sorry for professional handlers, too.
There can’t be that many doctors, lawyers and oil or cattle barons left
in this world that can afford to pay $50,000 a year to have their dogs
professionally housed and shown.
Obviously, participating in any sport is a choice. But if enough of us can’t afford it any more,
then we take the choice away from the rest.
It will get to be where you won’t have enough people participating. You won’t
need to rent a venue, you can just hold the much smaller and intimate dog shows
in someone’s backyard.
How then do
we get the cost down so it will be attractive across the spectrum? I have no idea!!! I wish I did know how to make our sport more
affordable. I would be sitting up high
on the throne as the All Mighty Dog Fancy Poobah! But don’t we have enough brains among our
sport to gather a forum to figure it out?
Let’s lock them in a room for a long weekend and not allow them to see
their beloved dogs until they come
I bet USAS
and Peta are rolling on the floor holding their bellies from laughing till it
hurts. They aren't our worst enemy. WE ARE!
We don’t care enough to find solutions to solve our problems. We just like to point fingers!
She Said What? No He’ Didn’t! We voted Her Out! Don’t Trust Anything They Say! Watch Her In
The Ring, She Plays Dirty!
Admit
it. You have either heard these comments
or said these comments and probably said or heard worse than these
examples.
Shame on all
of us.
We keep our
sport smoldering at its core with these mean spirited comments. It’s like a smoldering fire that just sits between
the floor joists doing unseen damage.
It’s dangerous, it can be deadly.
Most of us
learned how to get along with others when we were three years old. We learned “Do Unto Others What We Want
Others To Do Unto Us” and “If You Can’t Say Nice, Don’t Say Anything At
All”. Then why as Adults we can’t get
along?
I find
myself moving farther away from negative people ringside. I don’t want to leave the ring feeling like
my stomach is in a knot. Feeling tense
and in knots isn't fun. How do the
comments I hear over and over about others improve anything? If you are overheard by me, then you have
probably been heard by many others.
Really, do you want to be that kind of person?
There was a
lady that was typically disliked by everyone.
People had a nasty name for her.
I admit, she scared me a bit.
Lyle and I were hosting a cookout at a show, and I made the decision
that I was going to invite her. Several
of my friends thought I had taken leave of my senses. I approached her and told her how happy I
would be if she came to the cookout. She
looked extremely surprised, but she said she would try to make it. Sure enough, she showed up. She was very pleasant. She joined into the conversations with ease. She was happy and engaging. It turned out she had a sense of humor and
was completely different than I thought.
I am so glad I invited her. Now,
we can speak to each other without tension at ringside. It’s hard to call someone names when you get
to know them in a different light.
I didn’t
tell the story to make Lyle and me look like angels. Holy Crap, you know we are not. We are human and sometimes slip and say
things that should have been filtered.
Lyle and I have an agreement that we help remind each other to not say
hurtful and negative things.
Again, this
sport needs a huge positive attitude infusion.
We aren’t helping ourselves by causing friction, forgetting that we are
all different and we may not always agree.
Ganging up on others can feel like bullying. Backbiting says more about those doing it
than the ones it’s happening to. Always
grumbling about other people, judges, venues, weather, club politics and other
exhibitor’s dogs, etc. only serves to keep putting more nails in our sports
coffin.
If you are
talking about Lyle and me, good Lord, stop it.
Oh unless you are saying nice things, Carry On! We aren’t perfect and we may say or do
something mindless.
Dang, I feel
like I’m preaching. Can I have an
AMEN? Now, if you will turn to page 419
in your hymnals, we will all stand and sing, “You Don’t Walk Alone”.
Where are you on this chart? Do you recognize anyone you know?
Lyle Jenkins – Husband Extraordinaire,
Dog Enthusiast, Amateur Dog Handler and Damn Nice Man
A person
sent me a nice deed this week, and when I was reading the email, I realized she
was talking about
my husband. I wrote her
back that I couldn't print something about us doing a nice deed, but then I
realized that l should tell you wonderful people about my man.
I married
this wonderful man 15 years ago this coming January. It is probably the best thing that has
happened to me, only tied with adopting my son, Tom.
Lyle is from Nova Scotia and is a real family man and thinks that families should do things together.
I come from a huge dog family, but Lyle did not. When we got married, he had to take me and my
dog. In the 15 years, he has tolerated
us getting more and more into dogs. He
stepped in and learned how to handle our Standard Wirehaired Dachshunds in the
ring. He has proved to be a wonderful
student and willing to take advice. He
has earned a lot of respect for his ability to learn and to laugh at himself
when he has made mistakes. Lyle believes
that we should have fun and when we have fun the dogs enjoy it more and present
better.
Lyle believes in respect for all people. He wants those around him to have fun, too. Lyle does so many nice things for others for
no other reason than it makes him happy to help others.
The particular nice deed Lyle did that was the subject
of the email I received was he knew of a person staying in a unheated converted
van with her small dogs when the temperature turned off very cold at
night. Someone told Lyle about her
situation and he went straight away to Wal-Mart and bought her a small ceramic
heater. She offered to pay him for the heater
and her gave her a hug and told her not to worry about it.
This is just one example of the nice things he does
for others at the shows. I am a very lucky woman
to have such a dreamboat hubby!
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