Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Tatler Third Dimension BOS




























TATLER THIRD DIMENSION (Ch. Sir Darnley´s Windsor Wizard ex. Ch. Tatler Tickled Pink) won the CAC and went BOS from Intermediate class (he is 18 months old) today at the last national Norwegian show of the year, under judge Arne Foss (N). 

Congrats to his owner Barbro Selsø Andersen

Many congratulations, also, to today´s BOB-winner Raglan Rosemary Smart, and her owners; Gerd and Jarl Anthonisen. 

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

From EDS 2015

TATLER THIRD DIMENSION (Sir Darnley´s Windsor Wizard ex. Tatler Tickled Pink) - second i junior.
Photo: Elmira Spesivtseva

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Dorothy Caspersz: The F O U R types


NORMALLY IT IS an ambition of every breeder worthy the name to build up a strain of his own. A strain can only be described as such when the same blood has been in one ownership for many generations. It is the possession of a family of animals carrying certain distinguishing family characteristics while yet conforming to breed type. It has been said that in every animal four types may be represented – the individual type (since no two animals are ever identical in every detail), the family type, the strain type and the breed type. In the early days of our breed´s show history, when there were many more real breeders and far fewer exhibitors, it used to be quite easy to recognize for instance an Ornsay, a Merlewood, or an Ems type of dog at a glance, from the fact that each bore the stamp of the strains from which they were produced. They had a strain type. Just because every dog in a given kennel carries the same registered prefix before its name is no reason for presupposing that kennel has a strain of its own. To ascertain whether it has or not requires a thorough probing into the pedigrees for seven or eight generations.

Source: The Popular Scottish Terrier/Dorothy Caspersz

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Berry went BOB...
















...and was shortlisted, but unplaced, in the group today at the Norwegian Terrier Club Show at Mjöndalen. Judging the breed was the Swedish judge Anna-Lena Munkvall. 11 breed entries. See Berry´s - Tatler Turnberry - critique below:












"Stunningly beautiful bitch. Nice head and expression. Correct bite. Dark eyes. Well angulatad front and rear. Excellent brisket/chest. Moves and shows fantasticly".

Norwegian: "Fantastisk vakker tispe. Fint hode og uttrykk. Korrekt bitt. Mørke øyne. Velvinklet fram og bak. Utmerket brystkasse. Beveger og viser seg fantastisk".

Hamish 2nd best Dog...




























... at the Norwegian Terrier Club Special today at Mjøndalen, under the Swedish judge Anna-Lena Munkvall.

Hamish is N SE CH Sir Darnley´s Undercover Urchin - (Dundee So Classic ex. Sir Darnley´s Rambling Ruby).

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

My tribute to Bonnie




































Going through show results this evening, it´s become quite obvious to me that "Bonnie" - Ch. Dundee So Explosive - bred by Christina Hüttner, Sweden (Ch. So What Excalibur ex. Ch. Dundee Masquerade Flirt), owned by Gerd Elin Bøe, Norway (and groomed by myself), must be Queen of Norwegian and Swedish breed club shows for the last seven years:

2008 - Best in Show at the Norwegian club show, under breed specialist Jul Hamlot

2010 - BOS at the Swedish club show, at Västerlanda, under Helena Peterzens

2011 - Best in Show at the Swedish club show, at Alnarp, under Ann-Marie Rådström

2011 - Best in Show at the Norwegian club show, under breed specialist Cindy Pettersson

2014 - Best in Show at the Norwegian club show, under breed specialist Veli-Pekka Kumpumäki

It´s been a pleasure to groom this bonnie lass and being able to enjoy her timeless and honest type - totally without excesses, and with absolutely no nods to current fashions or trends whatsoever. I hope I´ll be able to take care of her coat, and enjoy her feisty spirit, for many years to come. 

Such a thoroughly lovely bitch she is!

PS:
I´m pleased she is grandmother to my A- and B-litter, and the great-grandmother to my C-litter. Bonnie has only had one litter, in 2009 (3 +1), producing the three-years-in-a-row top Scottie in Norway; Pocket´s Archie MacDonald

OK, I´ll admit it feels good...












...to have won Best in Show at both Swedish and Norwegian breed club shows. Few have managed to achieve this, and it sort of makes the load of all the planning, toil and hard work worth while. (Like getting no less than ten Scotties ready for the Norwegian show this year).

Left pic is from the Swedish club show at Kungsbacka 6th. September 2014 under breed specialist Peter Healey, where my boy from Maren Bichel-Schnock - Sir Darnley´s Undercover Urchin - went Best in Show.  


Right pic is from the Norwegian club show at Mule Varde 30th. May 2015 under breed specialist Robert Becquet, where my homebred girl - Tatler Tickled Pink - went Best in Show.

Fab club show for THE TATLERS!

Best of Breed/Best in Show: N SE CH TATLER TICKLED PINK

Saturday´s show at Mule Varde in Porsgrunn, Norway, was a wonderful day for the Tatler-clan under the British judge Mr Robert Becquet. I had entered five Scotties, and some of my puppy-buyers very kindly entered four more, so we were nine in total. The total number of show entries was 29. Please find the full show results below my Blog-pictures. Here are my results - I´m extremely happy - especially considering I only had my first litter in October of 2011 - a bit over 3,5 years ago. 

The photos (below) are of: 
1 -  Best Dog/BOS: TATLER TREASURE TROVE

2 - 2nd. Best Dog: N SE CH Sir Darnley´s Undercover Urchin

3 - 4th. Best Dog: TATLER TEACHER´S PET

4 - Best Junior Dog/BOS-Junior: TATLER THIRD DIMENSION
(His litter-brother TATLER THIRD DEGREE was 2nd. best Junior Dog)

5 - 2nd. Best Bitch: TATLER TURNBERRY

6 - 2nd. in Open Class: POCKET´S ROCKET

7 - 4h. in Open Class: TATLER THORNTON
(At her very first show) 

8 - Best Breeder, and best Progeny Class: KENNEL TATLER

 













Here are the rest of the results from the Mule Varde show, 
judged by Mr. Robert Becquet: 


BIS:TATLER TICKLED PINK

BOS: TATLER TREASURE TROVE
BIS JUNIOR: BLACK HORN’S STEP DANCER
BIS YOUNGSTER: I’M STRONG LIKE A STORM TIKRAS BILDUKAS
BIS VERTERAN: SCANWAYN’S SUMMER DREAM
BEST PROGENY CLASS: KENNEL TATLER (Pocket´s Rocket)
BIS BREEDER: KENNEL TATLER

BEST DOG:
1. TATLER TREASURE TROVE
2. SIR DARNLEY’S UNDERCOVER URCHIN
3. I’M STRONG LIKE A STORM TIKRAS BILDUKAS
4. TATLER TEACHER´S PET

BEST BITCH:
1. TATLER TICKLED PINK
2. TATLER TURNBERRY
3. DUNDEE ESPECIAL FRIEND
4. SCANWAYN´S SATURDAY MORNING STAR

JUNIOR CLASS, DOG:
TATLER THIRD DIMENSION, ”CK”
TATLER THIRD DEGREE, ”CK”

YOUNGSTER CLASS, DOG:
I’M STRONG LIKE A STORM TIKRAS BILDUKAS, ”CK”, BHK3
DUNDEE DARKEST HOUR, ”CK”
DUNDEE DIE HARD

OPEN CLASS, DOG:
TATLER TREASURE TROVE, ”CK” BHK1, BIM
TATLER TEACHER´S PET, ”CK” BHK4
ROSKOTS FRED RIC VERMONT, ”CK”

CHAMPION CLASS, DOG:
SIR DARNLEY’S UNDERCOVER URCHIN, ”CK” BHK2
(Two absent)

JUNIOR CLASS, BITCH:
BLACK HORN’S STEP DANCER, ”CK”

YOUNGSTER CLASS, BITCH:
DUNDEE ESPECIAL FRIEND, ”CK”, BTK3

OPEN CLASS, BITCH:
SCANWAYN’S SATURDAY MORNING STAR, ”CK”, BTK4
POCKET´S ROCKET, ”CK”
SCANWAYN’S STIRLING, ”CK”
TATLER THORNTON, ”CK”
WARSCOT’S FAMOUS FIOLA, ”CK”
SCANWAYN’S SANA BEACHSCOTT, ”CK”
OF STONEGARTH BLACK ROSETTA, ”CK”

CHAMPION CLASS, BITCH:
TATLER TURNBERRY, ”CK”, BTK1
TATLER TICKLED PINK, ”CK”, BTK2, BIS
RAGLAN ROSEMARY SMART, ”CK”
SCANWAYN´S SISI, ”CK”
DUNDEE FOREVER FAITHFUL, ”CK”
(One absent)

VETERAN CLASS, BITCH:
SCANWAYN’S SUMMER DREAM, ”CK”
DUNDEE SO EXPLOSIVE, ”CK”

Inexperienced exhibitor´s class:
BLACK HORN´S SWEETBRIER, ”CK”

BREEDER´S CLASS:
1. KENNEL TATLER, ”CK”, BIS 

2. KENNEL SCANWAYN´S, ”CK”

PROGENY CLASS: 
KENNEL TATLER (Pocket´s Rocket)


Sunday, April 12, 2015

Lovely gift of German pottery

JUST LOOK AT the lovely gift I received from at good friend yesterday!
Can´t wait to hang the wall plaque-pieces together with the rest of my orange-collection. Some of these pieces must be quite rare - I´m so happy - and feel so fortunate:
To have such a good Scottie-friend!

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

The epitome of elegance and good taste

WHAT WOULD SEEM to be a Bugatti Type 57SC Atlantic, and (quite obviously) a lovely sextet of Scottish Terriers.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Pet hates - in the show ring




























Some show-related issues that I hate:

1. Judges not meeting your eye, and acknowledging you, when you enter the ring or approach the table.

2. Judges that only are in it to find fault, and who never seem to find any virtue at all in the dog you´re presenting.

3. Judges who suddenly change their minds about which way the head should point, on the table, just when it´s your turn, and just after you´ve stacked your dog. (Even though up to 50 dogs have been stacked ”your way” throughout the day). 

4. Being given critique while stacked on the table, and not on the ground/floor.

5. Being expected to shut up when (so-called) expert judges stare you in the eye (simultaneously as they are relaying their critique to the writer, dog on table) and tell you about all your dog´s faults and failings – especially when said failings are some of your dog´s greatest assets!

6. Being judged by judges who, with every fibre of their being (except their mouths), are telling you that they´d rather be anywhere else than in a show ring. 

7. Judges treating you as if you had entered a race - not a dog show.

8. Being told by (several) trustworthy steward-friends about how many judges these days frequently brag amongst themselves about how quickly they judged their allotted breeds/classes post show.

9. Judges literally winking at their exhibitor-friends, the exact same friends showing the dog they just put up - right in front of the competition´s eyes.

These are all issues I, quite frequently, have experienced in the past few years of showing Scotties in Scandinavia.


My message, obviously, is quite clear: 
• If you don´t like judging – please stay at home
• If you´re unfamiliar with, or not up to scratch on, the breed you´ve been asked to judge –  please do not accept appointments to judge said breed 


PS: A huge thank-you to all judges who behave in the exact opposite manner!

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Dorothy Gabriel on the Scottish Terrier




























THE CHARACTER of the Scottish Terrier is wonderful. He is essentially a one man´s dog, loving his home and his owner… he is always ready for a long ramble or a day´s ratting… He is self-centred, deep natured with a soul both for laughter and tragedy. As a sportsman he is unsurpassed… Anything that means ”fur” he will kill, from badger to the lowly house mouse, and woe betide the marauding cat that crosses his path, but his own cat is sacred… There is nothing frothy or shallow in the nature of a Scottie… He is absolutely honourable, incapable of mean or petty action, large hearted and loving, with the soul and mind of an honest gentleman.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Three Scotties on the Top 10-list in Norway and Sweden in 2014

 


























ALL MY SCOTTIES were shown sparingly (to use that overused old cliché) in 2014. Mostly due to the fact that a teacher´s salary never seems to stretch far enough, and also because my C-litter arrived at the start of the summer show season last year.

In spite of this, I have three dogs on last year´s Top-10 list in Norway:
#4. Sir Darnley´s Undercover Urchin (BIS-winner at the Swedish Club Show under Peter Healey in September), bred by Maren Bichel-Schnock, Germany.
#5. Tatler Turnberry, my homebred girl from my B-litter, and Hamish´ daughter. (Both these dogs were only shown four times last year).

#9. Tatler Tickled Pink, my homebred girl from my A-litter, and the dam of my C-litter. (Agnes was only shown three times in Norway in 2014).   

In Sweden I have one dog on the Top-10 list after last year´s shows:
#9. Sir Darnley´s Undercover Urchin, only shown once, but he gained no less than 40 points at this singular show. 


Needless to say, I think have every reason to be happy and content with my kennel´s results - especially considering that I had my very first litter less than four years ago, in September of 2011!

Now I´m just looking forward to getting my fresh, and quite promising, C-litter offspring (Sir Darnley´s Windsor Wizard ex. Tatler Tickled Pink) out in the ring in 2015!

However, I must admit to sometimes finding showing dogs quite challenging - intellectually. I will have to elaborate another time. Please stay posted!

Photo: Receiving Hamish´ rosette at the awarding of the top four Scotties in Norway, Saturday 28. Febuary. Photographer: Cille Jansholt.


Friday, February 6, 2015

Tam o´Shanter by Robert Burns























When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An' folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, 
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, 
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses 
For honest men and bonie lasses.)

O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, 
As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! 
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, 
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; 
That frae November till October, 
Ae market-day thou was nae sober; 
That ilka melder, wi' the miller, 
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; 
That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, 
The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; 
That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, 
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. 
She prophesied that late or soon, 
Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; 
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, 
By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, 
To think how mony counsels sweet, 
How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, 
The husband frae the wife despises!

But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, 
Tam had got planted unco right; 
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, 
Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely 
And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, 
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; 
Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- 
They had been fou for weeks thegither! 
The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter 
And ay the ale was growing better: 
The landlady and Tam grew gracious,
wi' favours secret,sweet and precious
The Souter tauld his queerest stories; 
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: 
The storm without might rair and rustle, 
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.

Care, mad to see a man sae happy, 
E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! 
As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, 
The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: 
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. 
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!

But pleasures are like poppies spread, 
You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; 
Or like the snow falls in the river, 
A moment white--then melts for ever; 
Or like the borealis race, 
That flit ere you can point their place; 
Or like the rainbow's lovely form 
Evanishing amid the storm.-- 
Nae man can tether time or tide; 
The hour approaches Tam maun ride; 
That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, 
That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; 
And sic a night he taks the road in 
As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.

The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; 
The rattling showers rose on the blast; 
The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd 
Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: 
That night, a child might understand, 
The Deil had business on his hand.

Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- 
A better never lifted leg-- 
Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire;
Despisin' wind and rain and fire. 
Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; 
Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; 
Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, 
Lest bogles catch him unawares: 
Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, 
Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.

By this time he was cross the ford, 
Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; 
And past the birks and meikle stane, 
Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; 
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, 
Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; 
And near the thorn, aboon the well, 
Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- 
Before him Doon pours all his floods; 
The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; 
The lightnings flash from pole to pole; 
Near and more near the thunders roll: 
When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, 
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; 
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; 
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! 
What dangers thou canst make us scorn! 
Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; 
Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- 
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, 
Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. 
But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, 
Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, 
She ventured forward on the light; 
And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight

Warlocks and witches in a dance; 
Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, 
But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, 
Put life and mettle in their heels. 
A winnock-bunker in the east, 
There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; 
A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, 
To gie them music was his charge: 
He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, 
Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- 
Coffins stood round, like open presses, 
That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; 
And by some develish cantraip slight, 
Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- 
By which heroic Tam was able 
To note upon the haly table, 
A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; 
Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; 
A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, 
Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; 
Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; 
Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; 
A garter, which a babe had strangled; 
A knife, a father's throat had mangled, 
Whom his ain son o' life bereft, 
The gray hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', 
Which even to name was be unlawfu'. 
Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, 
Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; 
Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, 
Lay stinking, vile in every neuk.

As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, 
The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; 
The piper loud and louder blew; 
The dancers quick and quicker flew; 
They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, 
Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, 
And coost her duddies to the wark, 
And linket at it in her sark!

Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, 
A' plump and strapping in their teens, 
Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, 
Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! 
Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, 
That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, 
I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, 
For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!

But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, 
Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,
Louping and flinging on a crummock,
I wonder did na turn thy stomach!

But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie:
There was ae winsome wench and waulie, 
That night enlisted in the core, 
Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; 
(For mony a beast to dead she shot, 
And perish'd mony a bonie boat, 
And shook baith meikle corn and bear, 
And kept the country-side in fear.) 
Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn 
That while a lassie she had worn, 
In longitude tho' sorely scanty, 
It was her best, and she was vauntie,- 
Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, 
That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, 
Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), 
Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!

But here my Muse her wing maun cour; 
Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; 
To sing how Nannie lap and flang, 
(A souple jade she was, and strang), 
And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, 
And thought his very een enrich'd; 
Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, 
And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; 
Till first ae caper, syne anither, 
Tam tint his reason ' thegither, 
And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" 
And in an instant all was dark: 
And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, 
When out the hellish legion sallied.

As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, 
When plundering herds assail their byke; 
As open pussie's mortal foes, 
When, pop! she starts before their nose; 
As eager runs the market-crowd, 
When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; 
So Maggie runs, the witches follow, 
Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo.

Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! 
In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! 
In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! 
Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! 
Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, 
And win the key-stane o' the brig; 
There at them thou thy tail may toss, 
A running stream they dare na cross.  
But ere the key-stane she could make, 
The fient a tail she had to shake! 
For Nannie, far before the rest, 
Hard upon noble Maggie prest, 
And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; 
But little wist she Maggie's mettle - 
Ae spring brought off her master hale, 
But left behind her ain gray tail; 
The carlin claught her by the rump, 
And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.

No, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son take heed; 
Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, 
Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, 
Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - 
Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.