Roberto “Bobby” S. Tesoro FCI Philippines

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This is a very hard write. It is my first creative bio not just of someone who has passed but most of all someone who has been a good friend of 29 years. Those of you who know me on Instagram know I started this article the day he was laid to rest. The goal was to finish it by his 40th day, I missed my deadline. But then somehow I finished it on Lent, a time of hope. After being by the side of patients who moved on to a different journey, the 4th of March 2019 will always be remembered as being by the side of a friend who decided to have his way.


I met Bobby in 1990, I was a medical intern, a neophyte Director of the Philippine Canine Club Inc (PCCI). Being the ever gracious person that he was, Bobby was the first to welcome me and make me feel at home. I was 29 and he was 34, both us in the summer of our lives but Bobby basked in his summer, he was funny, the life of a group, and outspoken. He would call you out if he felt what you were doing was wrong or most of all if it would wrong someone. It was during those times I realized that he had a sense of right and wrong. He was a gentleman foremost, when we are together phrases such as “Yes Ma’am,” “No Ma’am,” “Yes Sir,” “No Sir,” “Yes please,” or “Please” are common and second nature. When we would walk together he would let ladies go first or open a door for them as he and I carried on a conversation, again second nature. He would see me from internship, through surgical residency training to practicing surgeon. We were both educated by the Jesuits of the Ateneo De Manila University. I would get to know him from the summer of our lives to our winter.

He always quoted Gandhi. His passions are what makes him who he is. He loved his pets, whether it be the four legged canine or reptile to the avian type or finned pet, he just loved them all. Looking at them, the magnificence of a Cockatiel to the beauty of a rainbow Arowana, made him believe in God who must have had a hand in such beauty. His knowledge of the history of the Doberman breed through the years particularly the early years is like a data base. He has read “The Dobermann Pinscher, History and Development of the Breed” by Philipp Gruenig and could discuss the book with me. His favorite quote from the book “The Dobermann was not created, he is still in the process of becoming.” He was from a generation of dog judges that naturally developed an eye for canine adjudication. He always picked the right dogs from the classes all the way to the group. Once he did Best in Show, he would be his usual nonconformist self and pick out a beautiful representative from an alternative group. In the end making a Bobby Tesoro statement different from everybody else.


When he got into something whether it be pets, firearms, knives and his last being fountain pens, he would research on his hobby and he would learn. Being an audiophile, he could talk about the science behind tubed amps and why it gives that cool sound only a tube amp can give. He knew the natural environment of every type of fish that he owned. He knows the history of every major firearm and knife manufacturer from Samuel Colt to the more modern Gaston Glock. He can even talk metallurgy of knife blades. I introduced him to fountain pens. At a show in Australia, I was getting a lot of praises every time I whipped out a couple of Montblanc Writers Edition Fountain Pens that I brought with me, this piqued the curiosity of Bobby. Within 2 years he would have one of the largest fountain pen collection in the country. He asked me what to do with his pens. I told him to write with them, write a letter to be read at every milestone anniversary of Robbie and Janis. Write to your grandchildren to be read at a debut, graduation or wedding. The thing about Bobby is that he didn’t just buy stuff, he studied about his passions and this is what made me conclude that he had a decent IQ. He loved to read but his aging eyes slowed down his reading. he would ask me what I was reading and if it interested him I would lend it to him.

He loved his food. It didn’t have to be expensive or swanky. We would try different places to dine and would settle at the one with the best value. It’s not uncommon for him to send a txt saying “Doc, break bread!” meaning having lunch with him. His use of the phrase would also make me realize he new his scriptures. He had his favorite places to dine, most of the time value for money. I took him to Tanabe’s in Remedios Circle but he loved Nihonbashi Tei which had better value. Once in Tagaytay, we were to have breakfast, I told him of a nice place called Antonio’s, but he would say “McDonald’s nalang Doc!” So we went through a drive-thru, while we were on our way, he would start munching his order and say “Don’t you just love a Sausage McMuffin with Egg Doc!” Like I said, he knew his food. One time again, at a dog show in Australia, we got served Aussie steaks, after our serving we would look at each other and he would whisper “Kobe beef parin.” We once ate at Armas, I ordered Paella Valenciana and Asado de Pollo. He added “ We must have Cochinillo!” he says, and I answered, “The Valenciana already has pork and you have to order the Cochinillo days ahead,” he smiles at me and answers “That’s what I did.” Sometime ago, we judged an International show in Newcastle Australia, a tiring 4 day show from Thursday to Sunday. Saturday night, we Asian judges decided to have a night cap. I ordered “A round of beer for everyone and a platter of oysters with plates and forks for sharing.” He retorts, “One platter just for me Doc!” then would add “The world is your Oyster Doc!” it made me realize he also knew his Shakespeare.

He was a sportsman. He could talk about cycling, formula one and basketball not with a condescending authority but because of a love of the sport. He was a cyclist himself, he still had his favorite Rossin CampagnoIo laden road bike in his living room. I remember watching Game 7 of the 2013 NBA Finals. Bobby sent me a sms that Marlene prepared some lunch if I would like to join him watch the game. Over lunch he would say “LeBron will go back to Cleveland to clear his name by giving them a championship, then he will play for the Lakers,” yes the guy can see around corners in the sports world. He was a good analyst when it came to sports. He was team manager of the 1975 Ateneo basketball, considered as one of the “strong” teams of the university. He was a good storyteller which made me believe that he could be a good writer. Here is link to an article that involves Bobby as a writer storyteller.


He loved his family, he talked about his Mom and Dad lovingly but most of all in a way of longing. He loved the family and his siblings, admitting to differences that occur in any family much more a family business, but at the end of the day “Familia kami” is what he would say. He spoke highly of his brother Tito who had an LLM from London, he spoke highly of Beng for running Tesoro’s. He also spoke highly about his brother in Australia, he said “He is the smartest Tesoro, he left us to start a life by and on his own.” When the Heritage Room at the Ateneo Grade School was opened, I told him of the Jordan Awardee list. The highest award, given to a grade school graduate. An award not always given and his brother Tito and his photo was on the list. I told Bobby about it and he gave the usual Bobby answer “Yup he is a successful lawyer but I’m a successful judge! (referring to his being a dog show judge).” He loved Robbie, Jannis and his grandchildren, when ever we were together, he would always have something to say about them, something proud. He always told me that he can pass away in peace knowing that they will live a secure life.

Like every human being, Bobby had his quirks, he was as human as humans can get with his shortcomings. Quirks that may have raised an eyebrow or even hurt someone. Whenever our conversations became personal, he would only share things in generalizations, dots that I had to connect. I’m sure in a room full of acquaintances, if I were to ask how many have had an argument or even a spat with him, a good number would raise a hand. He acknowledged mistakes he made in his life. It’s easy to hate the guy but it really doesn’t take much for friendship to stir. He knew he had haters. He had to call out what he saw was wrong and this would lead to arguments. His miserly ways also sometimes led to some misunderstanding. He knew he made mistakes in life and he knew life gave no do overs. “In my cholesterol laden heart, I’ve forgiven those who have hurt me Doc, but most of all I hope those I have hurt can forgive me.” “My problem Doc, is that even if I have forgiven, others I cannot forget” of which I would tell him “You’re just human my friend, anyway time helps us forget, what’s important is that it is not a burden on your shoulders anymore.” He probably wasn’t the perfect friend but he was more than enough of a friend that anyone needed.

I guess I was blessed in our friendship as we had no arguments that made us drift apart. Even if political beliefs made us exact opposites, we still managed to maintain a bond. We had one discussion once, practically locking horns, when I had to say “BDF ka kasi Pare, that’s why your missing the point” of which he asked “What’s BDF Doc?” I answered “Buena De Familia” this made him smile and whisper to himself “Buena de Familia.” When we parted ways that day, after giving each other a parting hug, he would say “Buena De Familia rin ang pag palaki sa iyo Doc.” I gifted him with little things, a travel outlet adaptor, jewelers cloth for polishing his watches and pens, hard to find ammo, pen trays, his first display box for fountain pens, a Somes pen case, bottles of ink, clip on suspenders. Once on a trip, his bottle of shampoo spilled in his check in luggage, when we got back home I gave him a box of Ziploc bags and had to explain to him what it was for and how to use it. Little things that I know he used and appreciated. At one point he would say, “Marami kang na iregalo na sa akin Doc” or “Marami na akong utang sa iyo Doc.” I would just smile and say the usual “Just keep well my friend so we can talk about the past and laugh in our old age.” He celebrated his 60th birthday 35,000 feet in the sky, we get aisle seats across each other when we travel, I greeted him “Happy birthday Padre, many more to come!” he smiled and we did a fist bump across the aisle. This would be his last long haul trip to a dog show.

He was a difficult patient to care for and look after. He loved his food and booze, both anathemas to his curse of Diabetes. He eventually stopped smoking, first in front of me then totally as the house would stop reeking third hand smoke. He stopped drinking in front of me but would drink somewhere with someone else. I gave up asking him to stop the booze as I realized he was just a harmless lush anyway. I’ve treated him for an abscess where the sun doesn’t shine. He called me “Doc, I’ve got a fever and a boil in my butt.” I dropped by his house and gave him an antibiotic and an antipyretic. I told him the main goal of treatment was to load him with an antibiotic and try to lower his sugar, hopefully the abscess would naturally pop at it’s thinnest part. The following morning, he called “I think it popped already Doc.” I grabbed a minor set at the clinic and ran to Nakpil. In his bedroom I did an incision and drainage. We joked through out the procedure, I would warn him if what I was about to do would be painful and to just yell and curse at his favorite person. Somewhere along the procedure, he would say “Doc, you really are a special friend, you’re the only one who has seen my butt!” then we both laughed. He would then gift me with a tactical flashlight (I was just using a disposable penlight from a pharmaceutical during the whole procedure) “Here Doc, this is what someone of your stature should use” as he gave me a tactical flashlight. I sent him a photo when I was at a medical mission in Leyte after Yolanda and he saw the flashlight in the photo “Nice flashlight Doc!” would be his comment.

His sugar was never normal, I would always ask how he was every morning, how was his sugar. One morning we managed to bring his sugar down to 120, I said “Great! Let’s target 100” and he answers “Doc hilong hilo na ako sa 120, sub 100 pa!” His heart was fairly good post bypass, his cholesterol would rollercoaster but nothing scary. It was his sugar, it was his diabetes that would do his kidneys in. His Creatinine was high but it was still at a level that could be conservatized, he was warned that dialysis was the next step then a transplant. I explained things to him but somehow I felt his mind was closed on any of these interventions. He told me that his conscience couldn’t fathom the thought that he would be taking someone’s kidney. I would always give an initial advise via sms to see his doctors before anything else. I’ve treated him for a couple of pulmonary infections in the past and we managed to get by better. This time, unfortunately he didn’t consult me, sadly I was not onboard this treatment. He left us early in his winter but I’m sure somehow he enjoyed every season before.

The last time we judged internationally was in New Castle Australia, I knew he wasn’t getting better. I had to put in and pull out his carry on from the overhead compartment. I had to get his check in from the carousel. Ring side, he had a chair, so that during his judging he could sit down, which was often. On our way home, at the Sydney Airport, we walked to Gate 63 which already was a distance from check in and immigration. When we got to 63, we we were informed our gate was transferred to gate 29. Bobby cursed a crisp “Punyeta!” as we both knew that 29 was at the other distant end of a sprawling terminal. As we trudged away to gate 29, he would eventually tell me “could you get me a wheelchair Doc.” We never found a wheelchair, and it was the first time I saw my friend really tired. We were the last persons to board, as the plane was apparently waiting just for us. When we settled in our seats, I took his pulse rate and it was increased, slightly bounding with no skips, his respiratory rate was just a tad above normal. He decided to pop a valium against my orders but somehow it calmed him down for the whole trip. I told him to stop judging internationally, he would take a break for a year but then would accept assignments to China which he assured me was an easy trip. I always told him that he didn’t have to accept international shows anymore with his resumé but most all because of the toll it was taking out on his health. He would tell me with some sadness and proud infirmity that he felt good and most of all happy in seeing the joy that he gave to exhibitors when he judged.


He was a sensitive friend, he somehow would know when something was bugging me and would send timely quotes my way. When he knew I was going through something he sent me a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson. When my dad passed away he sent me a Helen Keller quote. He always said he would leave somethings for me, but I would always tell him “No need my friend just keep well so we can talk about the past and laugh in our old age.” The memories that will live on are good enough.


These are the snippets of what I have had with the guy, there are more actually and I will be looking at this as a work in progress and editing it as I remember. I’m blessed that I don’t have to raise a hand because I had a spat with him at one point in our friendship. However, I know if I ask all of you who raised a hand because of some misunderstanding or spat you may have had with the man, to raise your hand again if at one point he made you smile or laugh or even touched your life. I’m sure all of you, if not more, will raise a hand again…and I will join you in raising mine, because he made me smile, laugh and touched my life. Life is good Bob!

Kymco Racing King 180i


Bosch ABS, Dual Front Disc Brakes with Oversize Wave Rotors, Twin Valve Damping Upside Down Fork with Fat Stanchions, Rear Disc Brake, LED Daytime Running Lights, Led Rear Tail Lights, LCD Dash, 4 Valves, Overhead Cam, Fuel Injection, Water Cooled, Double Cradle Chassis, Double rear Swing Arm, Twin Rear Sport Shocks, USB Port, Charging Port and 17.8 Horsepower. Given the above specs you’d think that you have a high end scooter, maybe even a Bimmer C scoot.

Actually it’s an Asian scoot, not even Japanese but a Taiwan scoot from the scooter/motorcycle giant Kymco. When I showed up with the Kymco Racing King 180i, I was quickly ribbed and teased on how my last Vespa, a PX200 was better looking. It’s hard to explain the aesthetics of this scoot, but do read on because it’s one hell of a package in such a small ride.

Legend has it that Kymco engineers had the crazy idea of stuffing every available high end touring scoot tech parts into a small 1306mm wheelbase scoot. So all the above specs got installed, a 175cc 4 stroke engine got pushed to pump out 17.8 Hp, making it a true 175cc and more. Power to weight ratio is one of the highest in its class. It has a solid expensive feel, acceleration through out the band, it will pop out of any available traffic hole shot with its torque. It is however fugly, it has a design that is at least 15 years old, a shape that I describe as bulbous and beaky instead of a more modern rakish design (think Yamaha Aerox or Honda Click.) But I’m a results person and what I need is a ride that will get me from point A to B in as an efficient manner as can be, and with all the features normally found only on high end scoots, squeezed into this city scoot, it’s fugliness is easily forgotten by a smile when you ride it.

Yup I’m back on the saddle, thanks to a good friend who encouraged me to get back on and entrusted the Kymco to me. Another friend who said “Once a biker always a biker” flamed the spark. I have a red Kymco Racing King 180i. When the family saw the Racing King 180i they just smiled. They’ve been understanding of my insanity of, writing, fountain pens, dogs, crazy friends, sailing and most of all two wheels. I’ll always love my family first…when I do need some peace and quiet, I’ll tinker with the scoot or better yet I’ll ride away. Yes “Once a rider always a rider.” By the way, Kymco builds the engines of BMW scoots.

Anton Chekhov on the 8 Qualities of Cultured People – Brain Pickings

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All in the family.

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Ryotaro Kato Hosaka

This photo was sent to me by my brother in California. it’s a photo of our Grandfather Ryotaro Kato Hosaka with a GSD at his garden in Tokyo. Yeah I know it’s not even a good specimen of a GSD by todays standards but the point I’m making is that it’s all in the family. He also owned Japanese Spitz,my uncle (Philippine Canine Club Inc. Charter Member) Jose T. Hosaka believes that my grandfather was probably one of, if not “the first” to bring into the Philippines the Japanese Spitz breed.

Mario P. Magsaysay-An FCI All-Breed Judge with a SV License as Foundation.

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Author with good friend Mario P. Magsaysay over a bowl of Ramen.

This has been in the backburner for quite sometime. Going back to what I have researched and started, I realized that I started this for almost a decade ago, and between the moment I started it, to now as my fingers glide and punch the keys, I have accumulated more dots to connect and figure out. This will be just my second article about someone, the first being Rafael De Santiago. So who is this guy?

He got his first dog at the age of 19, it was suppose to be a “Police Dog.” His first purebred was at age 24, and this would be the same year he became a member of the Philippine Canine Club Inc. He is a charter member of the German Shepherd Dog Association of the Philippines. He worked with the other German Shepherd Dog Club and with the GSDA would form the German Shepherd Dog Federation of the Philippines. I was privileged enough to work in the same board when he was President of PCCI. It was during his watch that computerization was finally implemented and a significant increase in annual income would be generated. It was also during Mario’s watch wherein a decision was made to implement the Jimmy Trillo vision of the club and start finding a suitable property to serve as show grounds.

Mario Magsaysay comes from the renowned Magsaysay clan, he is related to a past President of the country, to past Senators, Congressmen, Governor, Vice-Governor, Mayor, Vice-Mayor and even Council Men, yup the whole gamut of the political hierarchy, if the name is Magsaysay, they could very well be family to Mario and Mario to all of them. My connection to the Magsaysays includes his niece Zambales Vice-Governor Angel Magsaysay Cheng. His cousin Jojo Magsaysay is a good friend of mine who lives across Mario’s crib. Jose “Joe/Jojo” Magsaysay, of Cinco Corporation (of the popular Potato Corner) and now a venture capitalist, is a cousin of Mario.

Time spent with him has revealed much of who he is. He comes from the renowned and respected Magsaysay clan. He is a gear head and appreciates well made and well engineered automobiles. He has a need for speed having owned a Mitsubishi Eclipse which he quickly sold because he found it soft on the twisties. He would then own a Subaru Imprezza of which I’ve seen him leave behind some racer kids on JDMs. He is a motorcyclist too, having owned Harley Davidson and finally falling in love with BMW. Automobiles and Motorcycles are a regular topic for us. He agrees with my owning and love for Vespas but ribs me for my love and ownership of a Honda and a Ducati, after all he is a BMW man. He appreciates good food, he cooks a mean Kaldereta, advising that the secret is in good beef and good Chorizo, with just the right amount of spice. He can also whip a delectable Putanesca, advising to use fresh tomatoes, slow cook the sauce and not to forget the capers. He decided to take up Yoga in 2000, around the same time I did, which he picked up during his judging assignments in India. He has shifted to Thai meditation which he finds very peaceful and has offered to mentor me on. His austere and simple ways quickly earned him the family company position of Treasurer early in his corporate life, of which now he is President.

He was part of the generation of Shepherd men during its golden years, when the Martin brothers reigned. Family business and his enthusiasm for the breed saw him travelling to Germany often. He initially had no plans of acquiring an SV license to judge, but being the practical man that he is, and with him travelling to and fro at a regular basis, Mario would eventually decide to acquire the coveted SV license. His first exam would be under non other than Dr. Ernst Beck. He would be mentored by both the Martin brothers who would eventually become personal friends to him. Mario described Walter as the maverick of the two bros. He was spending time with them since the seventies, broke bread with them and shared a laugh or two. So why not get an SV license?

I with the late Herman Martin and her daughter Iris at their Kennel in Virhiem, Germany during the mid 70’s. Herman Martin, President of SV Germany and owner of the Arminius Kennel.

He went through a wringer of a procedure to acquire his Auslander License. One time over dinner, I asked him about the process and procedure at the time when he got his SV license. We talked about it but not in story telling order but of memories that brought a smile to Mario. I had a difficult time taking notes so I ended up telling Mario, “find some time, sit down, and remember, compose your thoughts, write it down then email it to me.” I received this email 8 years ago, during the Christmas Holidays.


12/10/2009 at 3:24PM

Hi Jojo,

This is what I remember of what I went through in my journey to become an SV judge.

1. I wrote Verein Fur Deutsched Schaferhunde (SV) Germany informing them of my intention to become an SV judge. I submitted my curriculum vitae that was duly notarized. One of the prerequisites is that you should also be an experienced GSD specialty judge in your country of which I already was.

2. Once approved by their board, my letter of intent was forwarded to the SV Judging committee. The committee assigned me to a judge who is also a member of the judging committee, this judge who will be judging 6 months after my application is approved.

3. I then travelled to Germany. At the show, I presented the appropriate documents to the judge, in my case I was assigned to the esteemed judge Dr. Ernst Beck. I had to critique all the GSD together with the judge. I had to rate each dog as excellent plus, excellent, excellent minus, very good, good, sufficient and faulty. The judge queried me as to my ratings, on why I gave this rating or why not a different rating. Part of the oral exam included bloodlines to test me on how well I knew GSDs.

4. I submitted my ratings to the judge after we finished our critiques. I brought my critiques back home to Manila to format it properly, to type it guided by the SV format, after which I mailed back to Germany. This was evaluated by the committee together with the examiner judge. What’s very important is the ratings you give the judge after your critique.

5. After 3 months I received a letter from the judge informing me on how I faired at the exam and on the areas of improvement. I was also informed that I passed the exam and the schedule of my next exam six months later. I would then return to Germany to go through the same procedure.

Note: After I passed three examinations I qualified as an Ausland Richter or Foreign judge allowing me to judge Landesgruppen specialty shows world wide but not in Germany. In 1985 I was given my Ausland Richter license signed by Hermann Martin.

Six more exams would qualify me to be a full SV Richter, a German judge that will qualify me to judge world wide including Germany. I decided to take these 6 exams, and three years later, come 1988, I would be awarded my SV Richter license, also signed by Hermann Martin.

I was asked why I wanted to get an SV Richter license when the chance of being invited to judge in Germany is low. I just smiled and answered “why not?” To me it was a challenge and opportunity to show that Filipinos can. I would eventually get my All-Breed License. You and I were together in getting our FCI All-Breed license, you took more time because you had to concentrate on becoming a Surgeon and starting a practice.

Sometimes I wonder how many are qualified both as an SV judge and an FCI All-Breed judge? That my friend is the humble story of my journey in acquiring the coveted SV license.

Always be well my friend, regards to Cidette and a Merry Christmas to you and your family.


1985 SV Auslander, 1988 SV Richter ID Cards of Mario signed by Hermann Martin

Receiving a Certificate of Appreciation and an SV Pin for 25 years of service as an SV judge in 2012, in Ulm Germany at the WUSV Meeting, from WUSV President Wolfgang Henke

Photo of 1984-85 World Sieger Uran Wildstiegerland SchhIII taken by Mario

VA Quando Arminius photo taken by Mario

I asked Mario his opinion about the present problem of the GSD as to its sloping back and weak rears. He quickly answered that “the standard is clear, both upper and lower legs should be the same length and hocks being vertically straight. The problem now is the longer lower leg that brings about the sloping back, because of the long lower leg, the rear becomes weak, the back slopes and the hocks can’t stand straight.” I also asked his opinion if the Martins are to blame for this problem. According to Mario, the Martins made a conscious effort NOT to put up weak rears and taught him to watch out for this. Mario took me under his wings when I was working on my all-breed license. For three consecutive years, he told me to attend the annual Philippine Sieger Show. During those three years, Mario would invite me to the tent at the center of the ring and teach me GSD judging shop. For three years, I learned what to look for, what to watch out for, how to make a critique from Mario.

I think that email sums up his judging license journey. Sometime ago, early in our judging careers, while both us were in the board, Mario sat beside me and talked about a judging bind that he figured in. I told him “Mario there is a German saying-Fehler machen uns schlau and Ein fehler ist kein fehler, Mistakes make us smart and One mistake is no mistake.” At the end of the meeting, on our way out of the conference room, Mario would put his arm around me and say to me-“You’re right Doc.” That evening would be the start of a friendship a notch above ordinary.

Let me add, the few people in the Philippine Canine Club who has my high regard and admiration aside from Mario; the late Ralph Policarpio and Jimmy Trillo, Bobby Tesoro, Pepe Muñoz, are all past presidents I’ve worked with as directors and whom I have served under, all honest, above reproach, character without a doubt. Directors Carlo Mendez, Richard Syling, Capt.Lito and Maripi Cristobal, directors I’ve worked with and just like the past presidents I mentioned, their honesty are all beyond reproach. Some may not have left a lasting legacy but definitely left a reputation of character beyond reproach. They did not over stay in the board, have no dark clouds over their heads nor have they ever been “voted out” at any one point, what they had was for the best interest of the club and nothing for themselves. In life it is about character, character, character.

Some will wonder why write about an ordinary Filipino FCI Judge. In 2016, I chaired the FCI Show and Judges Commission Meeting held in Cebu, at one point in the discussion, the issuance of Asian licenses was alluded to as being easy and quick. This is very unfortunate and unfair to us journey man Asian Judges because we all get generalized. Does it actually happen, rumors are always rife on who these “fast tracked” judges are, club officers, club friends. Judges who got their All-Breed licenses, all 10 groups in less than 10 years and often much shorter. The worse part of it all is they get invited almost every where because of club politics. This is why I’m writing about Mario, I know he didn’t fast track his All-Breed license but most of all he owns the illustrious SV license, something few and far between among the judges in the FCI roster. A feather was added to his judging cap when in 2012, in Ulm Germany, at the WUSV Meeting, he was awarded by WUSV President Wolfgang Henke, an SV pin, a certificate of appreciation for being a senior SV judge and for service as an SV judge for 25 years.

I’m sure there are haters out there quick to hate and say things otherwise. But when I’m with the man, I rarely hear anything boastful, nothing ostentatious about and on his person, nor any gossiping or putting down of anyone, it’s always a fun time wether it is over a meal, or waiting for our flight, or during a break in a meeting, or a break during a judging assignment. He is the quiet guy in a judging panel, with a ready smile. I never receive a message from him bragging about a judging assignment or how many entries he had, or who he put up. In fact during the times I was with Mario, doing research, talking about this article I planned to write, Mario would always say-“Please make it simple” or “I’m not a Saint, I’ve made mistakes” he would pause then add “but I know I learned from them,” “I do my best to be good.”

He is the company I keep, so when I get a message from him of “let’s have lunch!” I’m always quick to say “sure!”

Merry Christmas to one and all!

Financial Statement…in the bin.

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Straight to the bin.

My last stint as a PCCI Director was in 2014-2016, but I didn’t get re-elected in 2016. Those who follow this blog know the details of what happened. I still drop by the office once in a while for a few official business errands. I do accept local judging assignments and might bump into a few Directors who are also judges during the same show. That’s basically it, having chosen to move on.


But today I received the clubs 2017 financial statement…and got reminded of things. External/Independent Auditors will provide a Confidential Auditors Report that will report on all the financial leaks that they find in their audit. I asked a copy of it during the 2015 General Assembly, I asked a copy of this Confidential Auditors Report, well, I never got it.

I wasn’t in the mood to research a full feature for this post. I do know that the accuracy of an External Auditors Financial Audit to begin with, is critically dependent on the honesty and accuracy of what is submitted to the auditors. I attached two links that should explain why the report made it to the bin…well at least it’s in the recyclable bin.



The new Judges Competency Framework of the Kennel Club

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I follow the twitter account of Dog World, and on the 26th of April they tweeted about the new Judges Competency Framework. Reactions to this new “Framework” are mixed. I’ve read it twice and continue to go back and forth. I’ve also read commentaries and comments about this framework.

What can I pick up based on my research? It seems to be agreed upon by all that the old system needed to be changed. The most common reason being a lack of transparency with second being competency issues. It seems that the old system had transparency issues when it came to the procedure and process of acquiring a license, from initial breed all the way to all breed. The next issue of transparency seems to have something to do with judging assignments, the requirements and the judge selection and approval for an assignment. Finally we have the issue of competency.

Looking at the new framework, it quickly reminded me of an ISO Process and Procedural Manual. The framework will address issues of transparency which pleased a lot of people. However, I personally believe that transparency is a political/policy issue, meaning any policy to curb it’s lack, really depends on the admins effort to implement transparency policies. Having said that, the framework explains to every aspiring and existing judge where he or she is exactly, what he/she is exactly entitled to and the requirements for the next step. The framework covers procedure, requirements and performance measurements, matters that are addressed by ISO. If I were an aspiring judge, this framework is something I would appreciate.

The Kennel Club is also introducing the “The Kennel Club Academy,” an online education platform that can be accessed 24/7. A mandatory continuing education is to be attended every five years for existing whatever level you are in. Aside from the usual breed seminars, a mentoring program is now in place. The online education is the one that has had the most response in social media. There are mixed reactions, from it’s cost to it’s efficacy. Can online education replace actual live practicums?

The Devil is in the detail. My interest is how did the whole thing come about. Did they have Focus Group Discussions? Did they consult all stake holders? Did they ask help? The intention of the Framework is good but I see too many moving parts. I’m biased towards the FCI guidelines because it is simple albeit lacking in education curriculum which I believe the present Show Judges Commission is addressing under the Chairmanship of John Wauben. The Framework also seems to lack a timeline goal for a diligent, studious aspiring judge with a plan to become an all rounder which the FCI Guidelines has. I don’t have much to say on curriculum that will address competence until I’ve seen the online education platform but this effort shows that the Kennel Club is ahead of FCI in this matter. The bottom line is, if this Framework will make better Kennel Club Judges then we all wish them good luck.

The missing Bexley

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My red headed pens, a couple probably brunettes.

I’ve been using a fountain pen for quite a while as a user and haven’t really lost any, except maybe during my high school days when we didn’t care about our school stuff. I know I’ve lost a couple and dropped another couple of Parker fountain pens in the 70’s when in high school. Come 1980, forced to maturity in a coed premed, a Parker 75 flighter with a fine nib and a black Jotter (recessed clicker button and brass bushing) would see me through premed, medicine proper, internship and general surgery residency in the 90’s. Because I trained in a Government hospital which gave a higher salary, I was entitled to a separation pay after 5 years of surgical training. So in 98, I would use the separation pay to gift myself with my first Rolex and a Black Sheaffer Connaisseur. The smarter ones kept the funds to see them through a starting surgeons life.

I would lose the Sheaffer in the OR (operating room) dressing room in 99. I would then buy a Pelikan M600 at a DFS and later on a Sailor 1911 in Singapore. Since losing the Connaisseur, I’ve been both careful and lucky. Through the years, the pen collection has grown with nary a pen accidentally leaving the flock…until that fateful Monday evening January 23, 2017.

I got home after having dinner with the family at UP Town Center. I removed the 149 and the Duofold Rollerball from my shirt pocket and returned them to their space in a Somes 3 pen case. When I returned the Somes in its place in a Tumi Alpha 2 Organizer Travel Tote, the leather sheath containing a favorite Bexley was missing. I ran my hands through the Tumi, emptied it, turned the bag upside down and inside out but it was missing. Checked all my pockets again and again, still missing. Ran to the car and searched every space, every nook and cranny but it was nowhere to be found. Took out my torch to check the garage and driveway but nothing. I even checked the toys of the French Bulldog thinking she might’ve picked it up still nothing. I decided to call it a night, took a shower, then steeped a cup of Chamomile and while waiting for it to brew, I retraced my steps of the past day. Morning rounds…administrative duties at a Maritime Health clinic…out patient clinic duties…quick meeting…a Judges Seminar organized by the Judges Development Licensing Committee of the Philippine Canine Club Inc….late dinner with the family. It was the realization that the pen probably fell during a moment when I went down the car that made me sigh, a sigh of sadness because it probably is now in someone else’s hands.

The pen, as previously mentioned is a Bexley, a reissue of the Prometheus, this one in raspberry ebonite with a recently bought fine gold Bexley nib. It has been a favorite for the past 7 months because it made me appreciate fine nibs. The photo is my humble collection of red pens, from L-R. A Sheaffer Balance in Carmine Red Fine Gold Nib, Parker Mark I Duofold Centennial Burgundy Medium Nib, Montblanc 146 Bordeaux Medium Nib, and the missing Bexley Prometheus Raspberry Red Ebonite Fine Gold Nib, Visconti Wall Street LE Burgundy 1.3 Stub Palladium Nib. Some have told me “At least it’s just a Bexley.” With me, it never is about the brand, it’s always a case of “I know it when I see it” and when I saw and held the Bexley, I knew it. She had that warmth they say an ebonite pen gives you when you hold it and a guilty pleasure of mine, the industrial smell of ebonite. The fine gold nib instantly turned it into a favorite.

I was using this Bexley than the 149 this past 7 months. I was whipping her out on almost every occasion, till that 23rd of January when I had to dress to impress. So the 149 and the Duofold RB took center stage when I slipped them into the pocket of my Brooks Brothers white long sleeved shirt and the Bexley stayed in the bag. My wife said “Baka nag tampo yung Bexley when she realized she wasn’t good enough (Maybe the Bexley sulked in jealousy…).”  Yeah, she probably did…I’m hoping she will pop up when I least expect it and make my day.


The 1st Philippine Circuit Show Judges Seminar

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This past January 18, 2017, Wednesday, a day before the Philippine Circuit Show and on the 23rd of January 2017 a day after the Circuit Show, the Philippine Canine Club Inc.’s Judges Development and Licensure Committee hosted a Judges Seminar as part of it Continuing Education Program.


Dinky Santos introducing Bill Shelton on the left.

APAC President and PCCI President Dinky Santos has taken the bull by its horns and has taken over the Judges Development part of the JDLC (Judges Development and Licensure Committee). One of his first projects which will be a yearly mainstay is to avail of the invited Judges of the Philippine Circuit Show as lecturers of the Seminars. He has also made attendance of the local judges to the seminar mandatory. A yearly required number of seminars now has to be attended similar to professional continuing education.

On the 18th of January 2017 Wednesday, we had Desmond Murphy to lecture on the Chow Chow, Bill Shelton on the Welsh Corgi Pembroke and Edd Bivin on the Pomeranian. On the 23rd of January 2017 Monday, we had Francesco Cochetti on the Chihuahua and Jack Russel Terrier, Michael Camac on the Lhasa Apso, Claudio de Guiliani on the Bracco Italiano, Rony Doedijns on the Newfoundland, and Gopi Krishnan on the Dachsuhnd. The Moderator was Dinky Santos.

The first day was jam-packed as exhibitors also attended the              seminars. Edd Bivin himself was expecting just 20 judges and an open format discussion, but he was surprised to see a crowded function room of 50+ enthusiatic listeners.


FCI President Rafael De Santiago giving a welcome, with Edd Bivin on the right.

All the Speakers are seasoned Judges Seminar lecturers. Format of lecture included a history of the breed with emphasis on it’s function and purpose. Followed by a rundown of the FCI standard with a discussion of faults, disqualifications and cause and effects of exaggerations on each specific section of the standard as well as comparisons with other standards.

Discussions were always lively. Desi Murphy asked Edd Bivin about the Pomeranian head and its muzzle and how we are seeing 2 distinct head types. I asked about a Pem having the AKC +40% length of back vs a much longer back based on the FCIs “moderately long back” standard. An interesting discussion was between fellow Italians Francesco Cochetti and Claudio De Guillani. Francesco personally believes that being an active breeder is of help when judging because when choosing between two excellent entries, he would choose the one that would clearly help improve the breed most if used for breeding, this was seconded by Gopi Krishnan. Claudio disagreed and said that he judges against the standard and would choose the one that best fits the standard since there is no such thing as the perfect dog. Claudio was honest to admit that he is not a breeder and that he did not feel that it was a handicap. I also loved the lecture of Michael Camac showing actual photos of different faults and exaggerations of the Lhasa both in coat and cut down. Rony Doedijns mentioned that he appreciated the discussions and found them very interesting. At the Judges Seminar during the Cebu Judges Commission Meeting last January 2016, Rony spoke about the problems of exaggerations and how it is affecting form and function. During this Circuit Show Seminar, Rony correlated these problems with the Newfoundland. I enjoyed and learned from all the lecturers. The Italians made interesting discourse, Francesco is Canine Judge Royalty because his father was also a judge. Both Francesco and Claudio are writers and authors, their knowledge of canine anatomy is amazing, I am familiar with their mentors who are renowned, making me conclude that they too are a notch above.



Epictetus was right when he said-“It is impossible for a man to learn what he thinks he already knows.” During the Seminar,  I heard an All Rounder rib another All Rounder on why they have to attend these Seminars with the resumé that they already have. I just smiled, and said to myself “how cocky.” Some weren’t impressed with the seminar. You can nitpick about so many things, I myself would tweak things for the next years seminar. But, I’m also a results oriented leader, and the result of this seminar did not fail me. I have always been a half glass full type of guy. As judges, we are in the ring to judge positively as much as possible. To me the Seminars were a learning opportunity. I enjoy attending seminars and lectures on topics that interest me, I enrol in university subjects  without credits, all this to keep my mind going. Once we get to the winter of our life, things slow down, including our mind. Keep on learning while you can during your lifetime. Find the time, to attend the Philippine Circuit Judges Seminar Series, I assure you of something that will be learned.




Why you don’t trust your Kennel club

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