Pussycat, pussycat, where have you been?
I’ve been to London to visit the Queen.
Okay, not quite to London and no I didn’t see the Queen, at least not the one we think of. Physically I made the trek to Lompoc CA which is geographically on the California coast, roughly between Santa Barbara and San Francisco. For those who live with and
for and through their Sighthounds, Lompoc is a destination to achieve at least once in their lifetime. When we lived in California, the end of July was reserved for the Sighthound gathering; at one time the event was held at UCSB, and Tom wanted us married before we showed up there together. Which is why I could remember our anniversary, not to mention his sister stitched a lovely reminder for me.
Since moving to New Mexico we made the trek to Lompoc twice. What had been a two hour was now to a twenty hour trip, so the decision was not as automatic as it had been, totally impossible for the last few years. But this July marked a significant anniversary for one of the Saluki clubs, and there would be at least two hundred of this lovely breed there every day. Not to mention one of the shows would be dedicated to Tom so it was also an emotional trip.