Amanda: Life Among the Irish Greats
I shoveled this morning instead of going to the gym. Maree and I first walked around her sheep, in their various breeding groups. The sun set off the farm’s picturesque contours and even the cattle looked like an illustration from a get-acquainted-with-Ireland book
Maree used Frank’s very capable Gyp for her count gathers. She had an enjoyable way of second-guessing the next job.
When we finished, we went to the Irish sea side–17 miles of beach. They gallop horses there for fitting them up. Toddy Lamb lives only a couple of miles from the Cashens. A concentrated population of world-class dog hands. He ran his current roster of spectacular dogs. All were sired by his Sweep dog, although it was Craig with whom he became the dog rock star, winning the International. His timing, now that is something. It would make him a great trainer, which he is.
He worked on a couple of young ones and then cut loose a great-looking Michael Gallagher Cap pup, only fifteen weeks old, and flanking, albeit on his own, a lot like his sophisticated old man. The dog restoring law and order was the famous red one, Craig, looking good at age ten and half