“Dixie”
CH. Cedarbrook's Dixie Dreamin'

Ch Berridale's Dream Come True, ECM ex
Ch Beowulf's Queen Ygerna

Aaah. Dixie. How does one describe a Dixie? How does one describe the fleeting dance of a “sundog” across the room as sunlight hits a prism. Dixie is our little fairy child. Forever frozen in time as a puppy. She is the one who shares our bed, who goes with dad to the store to pick up bread and milk(and always comes back smelling suspiciously like potato chips).

Dixie was the proverbial Reserve Queen in the showring. I stopped counting when we hit 15. Most of them reserves to majors. She needed majors for months, then B-bing, B-bang, B-boom. . .in one weekend she got both majors and instantly retired to the couch with a sigh of relief.

If Dixie wore clothes it would undoubtedly be a college cheerleader uniform. Complete with pom-poms and saddle shoes. And a mega-horn.

“Rose”
Cedarbrook Spilt Perfume

Lynann's Hard Days' Knight ex Cedarbrook's Harvest Hayride

The product of an illicit love affair, tri-colored Rose has been special from the very beginning. She was born, an only child, at 2:00 a.m. on my birthday, delivered by C-section by my 9 month pregnant veterinarian who threatened me with bodily harm if I *ever* did such a thing to her again.

Rose quickly  learned to bark on command, and that the dog in the mirror was VERY pretty and got her picture taken a lot if Rose just sat and looked at her. She is quite certain that we bought 'Harvey the RV' just for her.  She has her own place of honor on a pillow on the front dash, where she watches traffic and barks at anyone who dares come too close.  

(Unlike Dixie who, being more the sports-car convertible type, is on a pillow beside me, eyes tightly closed as she softly repeats the Lord's Prayer and her Hail Marys...quite certain we're all going to die.)

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