There was time when this blog was part of an official network of bloggers. We would amplify each other’s posts.
The most important thing was to be anti-kennel club and anti-dog show. If one could be rude as possible about it, then do so.
Such an environment is not exactly designed for close collaboration, for eventually we all turned on each other.
I became a pariah from that group, and things sort of died down. I still blogged about dogs. I still got pageviews.
But over time, I’ve slowly given it up.
For the sake of my own art and my own sanity, I’ve consciously moved away from dog writing. I do write about dogs on occasion, but so much about dogs has already been said.
The problems of closed studbooks and breeding exaggeration in conformation are still there. They have been highlighted much more in the past decade, but I’m reaching the point in my life that I’ve written enough about them.
I am not writing one of those “Westminster rewards breeding freaks” posts, because the usual suspects likely already have the draft written and just need to cut and paste the problems associated with the winner next Tuesday.
People are moving on in the world of dogs. I’m okay with it. And I’m certainly okay with finding comfort in my own skin as a mostly wildlife and natural history blogger.
I’m not writing about Westminster on Tuesday or Wednesday next week. I don’t know what I’ll write about, but my guess is I’ll try my hand at producing something like Rick Bass or Aldo Leopold or Annie Dillard (and fail because those are masters) and post it here.
And no one will get into a big argument with me, and I will feel better for having tried do something artful with this here English language and what it is I think I know about nature.
I’ll trundle on. I’ll try to write. I’ll hope you read it and don’t hate it. I’ll get better over time.
And so it goes.
It’s the silly work I do online.
My mutt oops puppy and my badly bred purebred rescue dog are looking forward to feeling superior to their friends at Westminster…and to whatever you post.
I mean looking forward to what you post, not feeling superior to what you post.
Be yourself and you will have achieved something few of us become. You have a talent and it never shows more clearly than when you write about something or someone you love, that’s when the stats and the history don’t matter to you and you won’t let them put anything you love second.