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This cast of characters mainly has four legs and eats from a metal bowl on the floor. I've been involved in the sport of purebred dogs for almost 20 years, competing in shows, hunt tests and occasionally breeding. My merry band of twits consists of a bunch of Weimaraners aged 6 months to 11 years and one rare breed Bracco Italiano who is cuter than all of the rest of them (and knows it). I recently finished my 19th show champion and hope to reach the 20+ champion mark by the end of 2008. Showing dogs is a unique sport involving a lot of interesting and eccentric people from all over. The dogs are just dogs - but the people make these events worth going back to over and over again. I have stories from the past to tell along with new entries and current travels.

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River City Roundup : Pink shirts, starched jeans

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Contributed by: Amy Fast on 10/1/2007

I rifled through the notes scribbled in my booklet during the course of the day. Most of them would be cryptic to anyone else.

The flight left on time. I am uncomfortable flying. I do not have issues with being in the air. I have issues with claustrophobia. A friend of mine can attest to the fact I nearly "lost it" when our flight back from Gettysburg was an hour late because of a thunderhead hovering east of DIA. The flight from Denver to Omaha was delayed 20 minutes so the pilot gunned the plane the whole way. 737s are noisy.

It was warm, but not particularly humid in the afternoon. I scribbled "hot" in the notebook . The next thought, which I did not write down, was a reminder there are no Jamba Juice smoothie places in Omaha, or anywhere in Nebraska for that matter. I looked it up on the internet before I left. Warm weather and no juice puts me in a private fit, suitable for a introverted toddler.

Another note scribbled in the book was the word "pink". This was a reminder to myself Thursday night at the River City Roundup is "Tough Enough to Wear Pink" night. TETWP is a non-profit organization raising money and awareness for breast cancer. Everyone, including the cowboys themselves, wears a pink shirt.

I don't like pink under normal circumstances, even though my mother says I look "especially" pretty in it. I changed into my pink "thing" when I got to my hotel room. It had a large crease down the middle because of my poor packing skills. I ironed it out with the room iron and ironed my jeans too. Cowboys wear ironed and starched jeans, it is not a myth.

Pink night was as expected, pink. I've reveled in the sterotype of a man who wears pink. Cowboys pull it off flawlessly without an heir of ego. Some of the cowboys put pink boots on their horses. At one rodeo, a horse was dyed pink for the cause. I learned later during a cowboy interview, it was the cowboy's wife who put the pink boots on the horse.

The rodeo went on without much incident, though there were a few good crashes in bull riding. Somehow I thought the bulls would be larger. I was on the dirt level in the arena behind the AV desk, so I was close enough to get the full view. It was really surprising how deadpan the crowd was when one of the poor cowboys got a hoof firmly in the groin. I'm not a guy, but...ow!

The first night was relatively tame and we were all getting adjusted to the working environment.