Life outside of the blog got in the way over the last few weeks. The hard hit of losing Gus took its toll on all of our family and I just couldn’t drag up the urge to even write an entry here at Work-A-Bull. The words didn’t seem like they could be formed no matter how I tried and I couldn’t seem to focus on anything so I did the best thing I could do – stepped away and let myself heal. Well, it worked and Work-A-Bull is back on track along with a few updates.
Update #1: The Work-A-Bull crew will be moving at the end of September. We finally found “the one” in terms of housing for the family. It isn’t our dream home but it is home and it is perfect for our dogs with a super large yard that is fully fenced in with a six foot privacy fence and per-existing kennels that the current home owner is including (which we will be updating to ones we want shortly after closing). During that time, we may experience some down time online as we get settled but I don’t expect it to be too long as I may end up with blog withdraws over it.
Update #2: We hit a local UKC show last weekend. This show was hosted by the Michigan American Pit Bull Terrier Club in conjunction with the Michigan Gun Dog Club on Friday. Our wonderful boy, Ryker, managed to eek out two Group 1s and four Group 4s for an overall amazing weekend. Puppyface Orion had some practice time learning what UKC showing was about as well and learned that he must stand still for exams – which he thought was pointless because he couldn’t slobber all over the judge. Overall, it was a good show and the first one we’ve been to in months so the dogs all enjoyed their time.
All and all, it’s all coming back. Expect blog entries over the coming weeks and a (hopeful) return of Shelter Dog Saturday. It has been long overdue and I’ll make it with a little pit bull determination and my dearest and most wonderful readers.
In less than twenty-four hours, we are making our almost annual pilgrimage to the Palmetto Pit Bull Club’s show. This show, which is open to dogs registered with the American Dog Breeder’s Association (ADBA), has been part of our round of shows since we started travelling for the events that the ADBA put in so many years ago. This show, however, has a far more significant meaning because of a tragedy that struck three years ago before the club moved their show from the Burke County Fairgrounds in Morganton, North Carolina to their current venue in Waynesville, North Carolina.
On April 9, 2011 a fast moving storm rolled into the fairgrounds just as the puppy classes were wrapping up – which I remember all too well since our then little Mika had JUST finished taking a 2nd place. Dogs and humans were moved into what we thought was safety but not before a wicked blast of lightening reached out and struck a beautiful blue and white dog named Skyy, killing her instantly. The lightning strike that took her life saved her owner who would have no doubt died if this beautiful girl hadn’t taken the brunt of its force. The reverberating force from the storm sent nine other people to the hospital after other dog show patrons, utilizing tables as gurneys while paramedics were called, was a fierce reminder to all involved that life was too precious.
Seeing fellow dog show enthusiasts waste no time to help fellow man and dog alike despite mundane dislikes or friendships was a truly awe inspiring. No able-bodied person failed to help in some way – even if it was as simple as making sure those injured were kept calm and as comfortable as possible while every living being was rounded up and brought into the building to ride out the rest of the storm – which included softball sized hail that damaged at least one vehicle seriously and dented many others.
Those of us who were there have formed a far closer bond and many friendships were formed because of the sacrifice of one dog’s life. On April 9th every year, many people change their profile photos on Facebook to Skyy’s photo in remembrance for the life lost and the tragedy that was survived and healed from. We will never forget. Play hard at the bridge, beloved little girl. Your memory carries on.