Editorial: September 12, 2025

We, of course, never did use any forbidden items as we are sure neither have you, but we are told some exhibitors use things like grooming products, shampoo with color enhancer, hair conditioner, hair spray, chalk, corn starch, daffy (is that how you spell it) 1-2 and magic markers to cover those pesty lack of pigment areas and, of course, plain old hair dye. Then the necessities: a canine first aid and drug case, dog food, bottled water, dog bowls. All the while as you check your list to make sure you have everything you need, your house is filled with the smell of baked liver. Can’t forget the bait. Then there are the tack boxes and canvas bags that carry all this paraphernalia. This week what shall it be? The one show tack box or the big tack box you hate to lug around without the benefit of help. Oh, then there are the ex-pens and mats, scoops and maybe if there is room a tarp or two in case of rain or hot sun.  The beach chairs, the cooler for bait and ice, maybe room for a sandwich because the food at the roach truck is awful. Not to mention a little libation to get you through the day. Plus bags of ice, that inevitably melts and leaks all over your vehicle. Those throw-away red cups are a god sent. Then you move onto the crates, there is always a junk crate, so you have someplace to leave your valuables during the day and, of course, the crates you’ll use for the dogs. Back in the house, it’s time to get yourself ready. First the toiletries then how many days of shows, an outfit for each day and the just-in-case apparel of rain gear, boots, umbrellas, sweaters and hats and gloves. These days you never know what kind of weather you will encounter. Hotel confirmations, cash, wallet, glasses, watch and entries and GPS address for your destination. Finally, leave instructions and emergency phone numbers and grab the dog and out the door you go. All that’s left is the hope of no traffic and a good stiff drink at your destination. So let’s see what did I forget….oh my…it’s my kid birthday….oh well she can celebrate when I get home.