Monthly Archives: April 2010

well it was… different!

The centrepiece at lunch today. Apologies for the blurred photo – it’s hard to surreptitiously take a photo of the centrepiece. And even harder to hold a phone with a 2MP camera still enough to take a close-up shot…

I spent my morning being a steward at a dog obedience trial. This was a new experience for me. Pooka has never been in a trial and, well, it’s not something that I would think to go to otherwise. But the club needed people to help and I had nothing better to do.

So I really had no idea what to expect. Reading the job description of a ring steward gave me the impression that there was little room for error and I feared that I would spend the whole time getting in trouble for rule infractions. And who knew that a dog show judge demands even greater deference than an old-school cardiologist*?!

At any rate, I was pleasantly surprised by the atmosphere. Although I found some of the dog owners to be a bit trying… reminiscent of some overly keen medical students actually. The judge for my ring came straight over to our er… gazebo, thereby breaking protocol. We were meant to fetch her from the registration area.

Before the trials kicked off we were summoned for raisin toast and hot drinks in the club house. Those with an eye for detail may notice that an awful lot of eating breaks were scheduled for the day.

There were no catastrophes in my ring. There were a lot of no-shows – probably because it was raining a bit. Of the dogs that were there, quite a few were disqualified. Pooka would have been at an advantage because she is not troubled in the slightest by rain and will happily lie down on wet ground. Technically she is able to do everything that was tested, however I had a revelation while I was being a pole (two stewards are required to be poles for dogs to do figure-of-eights around) that the trials are obedience trials, not skillz trials. So on some days Pooka would pass with flying colours. On other days, she would be absolutely dreadful. I did learn that she wouldn’t lose points for wagging her tail while standing (otherwise) still for examination by the judge.

Morning tea was served after about 8 dogs had done their individual activities. Homemade scones with jam and (aerosol) cream, tea and coffee. Then the rest of the dogs did their individual bits. Then it was time for the 3 minutes of angst. The dogs that passed the first section progressed to the “1 minute sit stay” and “2 minutes down stay” part.

That concluded festivities in the “novice” ring and I went to watch the “lower than novice” ring (same exercises but on-leash whereas mine was off-leash) where my mother was being a pole. There I spotted a blogger who may or may not read this blog. She and her dog did very well indeed.

Then it was time for lunch. We were promised an excellent lunch and it certainly met expectations. The centrepieces went beyond expectations.

The End.

* Largely unrelated anecdote: when I was a med student doing an OSCE (exam that’s a bit like the show “Thank God You’re Here” – multiple stations with strict time-limits where you get scenarios and have to demonstrate physical examinations, history-taking, procedural skills etc) I was very surprised to walk into a room with a CPR scenario and find one of the most senior cardiologists in the Mothership Hospital ready to assess my skillz with ResusciAnnie. So surprised that I forgot the two rescue breaths and failed the station. Oh well.

back to study it looks like

I think I will approach the university with a proposal for my PhD. It will be called “Why male hospital patients don’t wear underwear”.

Now for some/many patients it makes sense – catheters, incontinence and whatnot. But for Mr Smith, who is mobile, continent and has a reasonable number of his marbles, there is no reason that everyone needs to cop an eyeful as he lolls on the bed with his skimpy gown hitched up, leaving nothing to the imagination. As far as I am aware, hospital policy does not forbid underpants.

You heard it here first


So I downloaded some free e-books from Book Depository a while ago. Including quite a number of kiddy books.

Last night I was reading a Bobbsey Twins book and it hit me – the older twins, Nan and Bert are described as being tall and slender with brown hair and brown eyes, while the younger twins, Flossie and Freddie are short and fat with blonde hair and blue eyes.

This eye colour discrepancy leads me to believe that either Laura Lee Hope* was not educated in the field of Mendelian inheritance** OR Mrs Bobbsey was not the clean-living model wife she is made out to be in the books.

* Wikipedia informs me that Laura Lee Hope is a pseudonym and the books were actually written by a number of people! WHY WAS I NOT TOLD?!
** Wikipedia also informs me that eye colour is no longer considered to be a Mendelian trait. I WAS NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS EITHER! But Laura Lee Hope, if indeed she existed, would also not have been told about this so the original criticism stands. I will have to do further research (or at least read more than the first paragraph of an article) to see if it is possible for a couple to have children with blue eyes and children with brown eyes. It seems unlikely. A spontaneous mutation may well account for one child having blue eyes, but to have fraternal twins with blue eyes requires a rather high frequency of spontaneous mutations…