Tag: life with whippets

Very loud thunder right now- the epitome of sounds like a giant monster stalking the skies, the crack and then rumble that goes for a full progression with clear Doppler Effect. My harrier disappeared at the first hint to her crate to hide. But just now the whippet (aka blonde werewolf of Sauron, the one that destroys shoes and ate my old copy of the Silm) came up to me for reassurance pets. Old whippet doesn’t give a hoot.

Performance #1 is done! Went well, I finally got to sit down and watch Act II. Warned the whippet she has only one more time to get through (she…doesn’t like this ballet stage thing. Related to that begrudging toleration and distaste – she is very very popular with all the ballerinas and especially the younger ones)

This morning just finished the performance for the various elementary schools. Old whippet was very nervous afterwards with all these kids wanting to meet her. On stage she was decently behaved. Didn’t stand w back to audience entire time, only jumped up on me when no one could see. Never whined. I was more concerned w my hat.

Tomorrow morning it’s the performance for the elementary kids, then final dress rehearsal. Then this weekend the official ballet productions. Old whippet doesn’t really enjoy it, but she tolerates it. Wants to crawl into my lap the entire time. Fortunately we stay at the back of the stage back of the crowd most of the time.

Going to be in a ballet (not dancing)

So less than a week from now, will be part of the crowd for the local ballet’s production of Giselle -they wanted several dogs to accompany the noble hunting party for two scenes in Act One. Unfortunately my harrier can’t do it, so I’m taking the old whippet on-stage. You’d think the first time I’m onstage for a ballet would have a connection to my aunt who teaches it for children in San Fran, but nope. I’m excited. If only the dress wasn’t so long and petticoat so wide- if I’m not tripping on it, the dog is stepping on it.