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1996 American Whippet Club Whippet Annual
Pages 201 through 225
Multiple AWC National Specialty
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In ‘98 we had the honor of winning another National with my mother / daughter brace. I couldn’t be more proud of this beautiful pair.
My brood bitch “Silho” also became a Great-Grandma, and “Savannah” had a great year, finishing her American Championship with 4 majors and her Mexican with a Best in Show.
FRISBY ~ Breeder / Owner / Handler
(Ch. Gold Dust’s Joint Venture x Int’l.Am.Mex.Ch. Watch Me’s Silhouette de Milos)
I couldn’t be more proud of my Coach x Silho pups… I am so thankful to wake up each morning with these incredible dogs in my arms…
Congratulations to all 6 of their littermates and their owners on all their successes this past year!FRISBY ~ Breeder / Owner / Handler
Tamara Hickmann – 4745 Lana Drive, Las Vegas, Nevada 89121 – (702) 458-2853
Today I Said Goodbye
Ch. One O’Clock Sunrise At Jilzan, SC, LCM
Adagio Amaranth, jC, f.ch.
Ch. Jilzan peregrine dream, SC, FCh, CRX
Congratulations to Peri’s nephew Jasper (Ch. Jilzan Jasper Adagio, JC) and his daughter Echo (Multi BIF Adagio Jilzan Echo, FCh).
We said goodbye this year to Peri’s father Casey (Ch. Jilzan Stormbird, SC, FCh) and her grandmother Sara (Ch. Tudor’s Quicksilver Serenade, CDX, FCh). We miss them, but the memories live on!
Watch for the new Carjo boys…
Larry, who finished from the puppy classes with many breed wins, will start his specials career this spring. Many thanks to the judges who recognized his beautiful type and impeccable movement. Cool is pointed and well on his way to his championship.
As Suzanne and “Adam’s” first year in the ring comes to an end, thanks are given to Leslie Vasquez (Headliner) for allowing us the opportunity to own such an outstanding friend and companion. As well as special thanks to Kathy Thomas and Jeanne Thomas Williams (Watch Me) as they have been true mentors with their guidance, encouragement and friendship.
Watch for this dynamic duo in the ring as “Adam” is selectively exhibited while he matures.
Janis & Suzanne Bouzard
An Unlikely Diva
Last fall, on just a regular old day, I made my monthly stop at the vet’s office. Month after month, the same drill. I now only need to slow the car down to about forty miles per hour, crack the window open and they just throw the stuff at me as I cruise by. This was the all too routine refill of a relatively new on the market anti-inflammatory for a chronic injury in one dog, and a new fence collision boo-boo in another (unsuccessful fence top squirrel snatch). Multiple Whippet victims of 35 mile per hour capability combined with an apparently pea sized navigation system. At the last minute I was asked to wait, as the receptionist rummaged around in a pile of papers lying on her desk. She handed me an entry form for a contest the drug company was having. Spending a small fortune on it each month, I was eminently qualified to enter. Entrants were required to write a short piece describing how the drug had changed their dog’s quality of life. Winners would be featured on the company’s 1998 calendar. We ended up one of the twelve winners. Not very well advertised, I would never have known that there was a contest if it had not been brought to my attention - maybe there only were twelve entrants. All of this is unimportant because.....
WE WON WE WON WE WON! Plans were made for the photographer to arrive in Orlando for “the shoot”. That was the least of it - now the important work would begin in earnest. Phone lines buzzed to life, while Southern Bell licked its lips in anticipation, as woman to woman consultations were made. What would we WEAR?
Always first to consider was the canine star “Pinky”. For three decades my life has been filtered, at ten cents a minute, through my New York friend’s ears. As usual she rose to the occasion and immediately priority mailed three hound collars which were too small to fit over her Saluki’s “broad back skulls”. They were large enough to fit over Pinky’s huge signature bat ears if we folded them (the ears), origami style, first. Lots of time was spent with Pinky modeling each one around the house they were pretty, all beads and macrame. Next I consulted my neighbor/shopping companion. She scrutinized over the fence while Pinky wore each selection as she lounged around the yard. After sharing many an hour by her side, pawing through the racks at “Ross - Fashions for Less”, I knew I could trust her fashion judgment. Classic black with gold was finally agreed upon by all the women concerned. My husband proclaimed the fancy collars “Stupid”. MEN. He had the nerve to question the desire “to take a beautiful long neck and cover it with one of those thick (hound) collars”. Obviously missing the whole point. One of the bonuses of Sighthound ownership is that you can buy all sorts of cool (gaudy, bordering on tacky) stuff for them to wear. Tassels, tapestry, beads, ribbons and glitter adorn martingale leads, slip leads and everyday collars. The possibilities are endless. I would hate to have it known how I spent the commercial breaks during the X-Files. Both girls stretched out on the bed asleep, while I laid the sample strips of ribbon on top of them, trying to decide which one would make the “perfect” complimentary whatever. First placing it against their white spots, then the brindle, white, brindle, white, brindle. . . In this case the black and gold beaded deal was our first choice. A thin, tasteful black and tapestry martingale lead was included to pacify my husband. But WE all knew what she would be wearing. Unfortunately, the first thing the photographer did was have me take off her collar. She was to be photographed “au natural”.
The “classic” look was also decided on as the safest bet for me. Khaki pants, white shirt, black belt, and loafers. My best friend could not stress strongly enough - NO SOCKS. Socks were definitely “not cool”. Given the fact that she lives in New has teenage daughters - I accepted her advice without question in this matter. (I would live to regret this.) We collectively decided you could not go too far wrong with this understated outfit. Casual, classic but not too dressy was the goal. That would have to do since there was no way I was going to drop thirty five pounds in a few weeks. Not until they start doing liposuction with a Sears Shop Vac.
The photographer arrived - very cute. The art director had called him the night before and wanted some indoor shots for the cool weather months. It would be ironic if the cool weather months ended up with pictures shot indoors in Florida. All the equipment was set up in the living room. The plan being for me to sit on the couch with Pinky reclining on my lap. Unfortunately, she is not the lap dog in the family. I did manage to wrestle her next to me and partially onto my lap. Eventually she relaxed and the tendons in my arms became less apparent as I was able to loosen my death grip on her.
The first surprise came when the photographer asked me to remove my shoes. He explained that the newest trend was to have even high powered executives photographed without their shoes, or at least socks. It lends them that “regular person” feel. I see these guys in the NY Times. It would take more than bare feet to enable me to relate to these millionaires.
The photographer’s words filled this regular person with horror. I would sooner remove my under eye concealer. (Since I apply that with a bricklayer’s trowel, its removal would require industrial solvents.) Or even my Playtex 18-Hour bra. Made of chain link I would have to be cut out of it with a pair of bolt cutters. (Calling the fire department holds a certain appeal.) All this considered, there was still no contest. My husband once attempted to reassure me about my feet with the only compliment he could muster - “at least you have never had problems with them.” The fact that I have a few hairs growing out of the knuckles is the least of it. My penchant for walking barefoot has also taken a toll. I recently bought a pair of gardening clogs but now fear it was not nearly soon enough. After I got settled on the couch barefoot-the photographer needed to remind me to relax the tendons in my toes.
As soon as the camera was pointed at us I naturally looked right into it. WRONG. Another surprise. The “candid” interaction between dog and owner is what he wanted to capture. After six rolls and a few hours of filming I started to feel like a lunatic - mindlessly grinning while looking at absolutely nothing at all.
Pinky had settled in better than I had ever hoped. A few days before, my husband was changing the battery in his 35 mm. Pinky parked herself in front of him with her butt in the air, barking with gleeful abandon. Cameras do that to her. Like we would WANT to steal that demonic soul of hers. My husband’s deadpan reply - “You had better start practicing with her.” But once the photographer piled his stuff in the middle of the floor, Pinky put one of her rawhides smack in the middle of it all and thus proclaimed it “inventoried” (“hers”). The only glitch we ran into with the photographer was when we moved outside onto the front porch. No way was Pinky going to park her bare butt on something hard! Her ears may be atypical but her disgust at cold and hard are 100% Whippet. For the shots on the porch steps and wooden bench I needed to pull out the “Whippet magnet”. She had no problem sitting anywhere as long as a sheepskin was put down first. The photographer does not even own a dog. I cannot imagine what he thought of this whole production.
Just as we wrapped up the filming at the house, my husband arrived home. While the photographer was getting his equipment broken down, our other dog leaped directly into my husband’s lap as he sat on the couch in the same spot Pinky and I had just vacated. She leaned back against him, lifted a delicate front leg, bowed her head slightly and gazed out with her beautiful black peepers. And would have stayed that way forever, each new expression more precious than the last. It figures. Meanwhile I was just hoping that Pinky did not look like a “deer in the headlights”, while I looked like rigor mortis had set in. I decided to place my faith in the photographer’s skill and hope that he was getting some decent shots.
My husband’s input was invaluable and especially appreciated after 21 years of marriage and hours of posing. I mean I am 41 years old and wearing a thick leather belt - I am in some discomfort here! He was given the job of aiming the reflective thing which was supposed to reflect light onto my face. As the full strength of the southern sun vaporized my retinas the photographer proclaimed it “perfect”. The zeal my husband showed towards his little job was admirable - such minute adjustments, such concentration. He whispered to me as I was “candidly” smiling at nothing, “you look like you are in pain”. My offer to show him what pain really was, served to bond our little creative group even more closely. Not to be discouraged, he added, “Maybe you should have worn a sun dress instead”. My reply - “Nice time to tell me (buster)”. Men, they never have an opinion until after the fact. Then it is share, share, share.
When all was said and done, the photographer felt it was a good shoot. I was banking on his expertise. From my perspective, I had no idea how Pinky or I looked. My worst fear is that she looked like she had been pulled through a keyhole and I looked like Betty Davis in “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane”. I do know that my Whippet friends will breath a big sigh of relief to hear that, in most shots, Pinky’s ears were “down” as far as they go. This almost defies the laws of nature (gravity). This was an enormous stroke of luck. Anyone who has ever seen her can attest to this fact. Luckily, once she was in position, she got bored and just “zoned” out. I should not be surprised since this is just another instance where Pinky rose to the occasion and did whatever we asked of her. It was a lot of fun and I am eagerly awaiting the proofs. I am still not sure about what I was wearing… but I am sure it should have included shoes.
In Style - 1998
In Style Black Leather, FCh
Harley was 1998’s winner of the Karen Samuelson Memorial Trophy
Nancy Booth • 695 Dayton Avenue, St. Paul, MN 55104 • 651-227-7753
Track & Field
Jack & Charlotte McManus
Run for the Bunny…
Surrey Hill Whippets were busy this year, in the ring and on the track. This photo taken by Diana Itter after a successful JRRWA July 4th Versatility event shows our multi-purpose string for 1998. From left to right: Selena, Justus, Stella, Sanibel, Demster, Brighton, Pungo.
Dual Ch. Chelsea Selena, CD, FCh, CRX, ARX, DPC, CGC, CAV – Selena was 2nd in Versatility. She completed her CRX title that weekend. A few months later, she was BOS at the AWC Southern and then flew to MN the following weekend to complete her ARX/DPC. She has the highest current meet average of any showbred Whippet bitch in the WRA program (9.0). Watch for her in Agility next year.
Ch. Surrey Hill Darker Than Amber, CR, ARX, DPC – see opposite page!
Ch. Surrey Hill Roman Holiday – Justus finished with 4 majors, owner-handled. He is a Grade B NOTRA/CWA and Grade C WRA and looks to be a promising lure coursing competitor next year.
Ch. Surrey Hill’s Pep Talk, JC – “Pungo” – see opposite page!
Int.Ch. Surrey Hill’s Sanibel Sand, FCh, SC – “Sanibel” had a light schedule this year, but won an AKC 5-point major to put herself within one major of her Dual Championship. She LOVED doing Versatility and the Marlton CWA meet.
Surrey Hill Stella D’Oro, JC, CR – WB at the AWC Southern, 4th in Versatility, Grade C WRA and NOTRA and Grade B in CWA (her first two meets). 14 points and 3 majors from BBE Class. Stella has a 1st and other ASFA points and won AKC points at her first AKC coursing trial.
Surrey Hill’s Brighton Holiday, FCh, SC — “Brighton” is a Grade C WRA and oval racer. He is making good progress toward his AKC FC and LCM titles. Owned by Diana Itter and Jonathon Jordan.
The Demster – Ch. Surrey Hill Millenium Falcom, FCh, SC x “Selena”
– SURREY HILL –
…Two for the Show !
Karen Bowers Lee
Red Cloud Whippets…
MSBIS & NSBOS
SBIS Am.Mex.Int.Ch. Kezo’s Seafoam Florescence, JC – “Florie”
Russell was only shown four weekends in 1998. The results were:
BOB - Southern California Whippet Association/Western Hound (photo above)
Russell and Florie are now retired…
Red Cloud Whippets
Red Cloud Whippets
Red Cloud Whippets
Ch. Spring Fever de Sud
(BIS SBIS AmCanCh. Sporting Fields Jazz Fest x Ch. Harlot’s Halo de Sud)
January First show – 5 points - BOB - Group 4 - Rhoda Winter Russell
April AWC National Specialty – Reserve Winners Dog and Best Puppy in Show - Bud Gutilla
May Finished (11 months old) – Delaware County - Eastern Specialty Weekend - Winners Dog - 5 points - Jim White
Summer & Fall Vacation
November Back to work – Group 4 - Eunice Huffman
December Group 2 - Eugene Blake
Thank you to the above judges and all of the others who pointed Gus or gave him the breed at other shows. Special thanks also to Leslie Potts and Connie Alexander, who showed Gus so beautifully when I could not.
Breeders: Kathrine S. Armato and Saulo P. Biscoto Jr. Whelped: June 14, 1997 CERF and BAER: Normal
Kathy Armato, 326 Edisto Avenue, Columbia, SC 29205 (803) 254-2127
Select & Multiple SBIS Ch. Plumcreek Hollowell In Flight
– 1998 –
American Whippet Club National Specialty – Judge Anthony Gutilla
American Whippet Club Southern Specialty – Judge Eugene Jacobs
Thank you for appreciating our flying dog.
We now salute his get.
In Vogue Whippets
In Vogue Whippets
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