Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I have five 2 week old puppies.
I have another grand baby due in 3 months.
I am planning to breed at least a couple more dogs as soon as they're ready (which should be anytime now).
For someone who said they were never having babies, I seem to be swamped in them!
It's a good thing I adore them all. lol
Thursday, October 16, 2008
The people I have problems with are other breeders. Many are nice, and we're able to be friends and be supportive of each other even though I suppose to some degree we are in competition for buyers. Others are not nice at all. I've been chewed out and criticized for the brand of food I feed; for "torturing" my pups by having their dew claws removed; for not having all my dogs in the house full time; for not spending thousands of dollars to buy breeding dogs; for allowing and welcoming buyers and prospective buyers into my home to meet my dogs; and now for UNDER pricing my puppies. Pretty much whatever I do is met with nasty comments by a couple who seem to think they're the only ones fit to be breeding dogs.
Truth be told, If you mixed my pups into a pile with one of theirs, you'd have a tough time picking them back out again. They are that similar. Another breeds several different breeds, has been proven to lie to her buyers, and refuses to let anyone see her breeding facility. A friend of mine who lives near her swears she runs a puppy mill, and is very unpopular in their area for her dirty dealings.
So these jealous, negative people not only want to rule the Labradoodle world, but dictate who and how others can enter, but now how much they have to charge! Thank God they have no real power over me. They can make me angry and frustrated for a day, but in the long term they mean nothing. When I'm done being mad I simply go to my website and read the rave reviews from my puppies new families and suddenly it's all right again. Lord, let me never become like them.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I got Chip because I knew I was losing Moses to kidney disease. I was aiming for another male with similar temperament and intelligence. Lucky for me, Chip is even more mellow than Moses was. He's comical, patient, loving, and cuddly; is never rough or pushy and rarely gets upset or excited about anything. While he's cafe au lait, he has the potential to create pups with a wonderful color variety just as his brother did.
I am so enamored of Chip, that I decided to make him the basis of my breeding program and search out dams that would compliment him. I plan for all of my pups to be sired by him because in my opinion he is just such a super dog. I want my buyers to be able to meet both parents and can't imagine finding a male I like better than him.
I have bought and traded several females this past year in my effort to find just the right females to compliment Chip. Some were too hyper, too rough, or had a physical trait that I just didn't care to pass on. It's been a trying time, but am now content that I have the right dams for the job, so it's been well worth it.
My first dam that I decided to keep was Hickory. She's a small muscular chocolate female that's had a rotten history. She was badly abused and neglected in a previous kennel before my getting her. When she first arrived she was thin, terrified, and convinced that all humans were barbarians. Even though she was so scared, she never once showed an ounce of aggression or hyperactivity. She has now blossomed into a lovely girl who runs up to offer kisses and get her head scratched from a select few people who she's learned to trust and love. I doubt she will ever trust strangers enough to let just anyone walk up to her and love on her, but given what she's been through I'm not sure that's unwise. She's a compromise between a field lab and English lab type. She's got a nice blocky head, a broad chest and shoulders, yet looks more athletic than stocky. In my opinion she's a very nicely put together Lab. She and Chip together should produce litters that are all chocolate with the potential to turn cafe au lait with age.
Ava is my second "keeper". Ava is a typical English type lab; very square, blocky, short and stocky with large muscle and a calm demeanor. She's chocolate, totally self-assured and has an awesome presence. People who really know Labs often comment on how beautiful and well put together she is. She loves everyone, but when she barks an alarm that a stranger has arrived she truly can make the hair stand up on the back of your neck unless you see her tail also wagging wildly. Ava had spent her first 2 yrs of life in a 5 x 10 kennel; the pet of a young man who simply lost interest in her. When she came to me, she decided she enjoys being with other dogs and being a beloved pet, so is a very happy girl. She and Chip together should produce litters that are all chocolate with the potential to turn cafe au lait with age.
Misty and Hana I bought as a pair from the same kennel. This man had bought some great females, had them OFA/CERF tested and went into breeding with the best of intentions. He tried AI with excellent bloodlines and had disappointing results. He lost a couple of dams unexpectedly, and decided to cut his losses and give up before he was in any deeper. I was simply lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time and bought his 2 best young dams.
Both Hana and Misty have fantastic well known field champion bloodlines. Their coats are like velvet black, they are solid muscular girls with smaller frames and nice conformation. They're energetic, but not franticly so, and both have excellent temperaments and personalities. They're fun to work with and should produce lovely rainbow colored litters with Chip.
I would like to have one more dam, but am in no rush to find her. If I haven't stumbled onto one by Spring I will start to look harder. For now I'm very satisfied with the dogs I have and look forward to producing quality pups with the traits that I feel are most important. My focus is on health, temperament, personality and intelligence in a more compact, mellow dog.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
In the past few months I've bought all new breeders, starting with a chocolate stud who has since turned Cafe Au Lait (a highly desirable dilute of chocolate). I then added a chocolate Lab, 2 yellow labs and another chocolate. Yes, these are the colors I was hoping for, but I would have gladly bought blacks if I had found ones that I really liked and felt would be good breeding prospects. I am still looking for at least one, possibly 2 more Lab females, and again, I would be quite satisfied with any color that was of good quality and excellent temperament. So far, I've looked at a few, and have found them to be lacking in one way or another and had to walk away without buying.
I received an offer to purchase a female tonight, and from what I'm told, she sounds worth taking a little trip to see. Ironically, she too is chocolate. Now I know chocolate is a desirable color and is considered harder to find; so I'm beginning to wonder about the fact that it seems I'm almost destined to have a kennel full of them. Six months ago I would have jumped at the chance, thinking "WOW did I luck out!" Now I'm thinking, "Hmmm, of all the other breeders I know, none have this focus on chocolate... is there some reason I should avoid it?"
Am I just afraid of succeeding in something a bit unique? Or is there some real reason I should vary my color range a bit more? Does the adage "If it sounds too good to be true it probably is" hold here? Or should I just say thank you to the universe and run with it?
Where is my crystal ball when I need it? Funny how things seem to go!
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Close guarding its grave, stands a simple headstone,
And all the inscription is one word alone --
It shews not the date of the silent one's birth,
Reveals not his frailties, nor lies of his worth,
But speaks out the tale from his few feet of earth --
And when from the heavens the Lord shall descend,
This stranger shall rise, and to glory ascend,
Well known and befriended, to sing without end --
by H. A. Ironside
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
The first 3 pups have arrived all round and wiggly and colored just like their Dad. I'm so glad they take after him as this is the final litter from my beloved boy.
I hope they inherit his ability and desire to smile. I hope they have his bounce and spring and loving personality. I hope they fill the hearts of their new families like he did ours. I hope they live long and healthy lives.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Sad as it is, we've allowed ourselves to be put in this position and now we need to suck it up and face reality.
Downscale... make being frugal the new "cool"!
Quit wanting more and be proud you know how to enjoy life with less. Refuse to be a victim of the economy and you'll be amazed what a few changes can do.
Just look how many SUV's and big pick ups are on the road... How many of us really NEED them? How many can really afford them or afford to drive and insure them?
Look at the type of food we buy... quick, unhealthy and expensive! If we'd go back to actually cooking... drag out those dusty crock pots and let a cheaper cut of meat cook while you're at work and you can still have a decent meal.
Make it a family project to see how much lower your next electricity or gas bill can go.
We need to help ourselves if we're to survive this and in the process we need to teach our kids so they don't repeat our mistakes.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
A couple years ago I bought myself a puppy for my birthday. I drove several hours to pick him up, and fell in love instantly. He was a 4 month old apricot Standard poodle with a wickedly cute beard and sparkling brown eyes. Our first introduction was right after he'd buried his chin in a tub of water so seemed to be carrying about 10 gallons of it in his beard when he plopped his chin in my lap and drenched me.
I jumped up yelling "Holy Moses!" (Which is how he got his name.)
He just sat down, looked at me with this silly grin on his face and put a paw on my leg to say hi.
Moses was an extremely mellow pup. He loved to be near me, so always followed me around the house to make sure I didn't get away from him. If I went in the car, he HAD to come along. He was a great friend and companion for me. The only complaint I really had about him was that he was very hard to house train and seemed to always be drinking water, so when he had an accident it was a BIG one.
Over time Moses seemed to pee longer and longer. It wasn't uncommon for him to stand and go for up to 4-5 minutes at a time. It was quite obviously not normal. We got him checked out and found out he had an enormous bladder and dilute urine. In short, his kidneys weren't filtering like they should and the water pretty much went right through him. Altering his diet and keeping a close watch over him, we kept him healthier for longer than expected, but as with any degenerative problem, time caught up with him.
Moses started losing weight and lost his appetite a few weeks ago. I had to cook chicken and rice to entice him to eat, and then sometimes he just didn't want it.
In the past 2 weeks, Moses started throwing up after he ate. His weight dropped quickly and he seemed to just shrink before our eyes. Yesterday he started straining to pee, became incontinent and quit following me from room to room. He obviously no longer had the energy to keep up.
Today, because we knew that seizures and pain are the next step, we put Moses down. I couldn't put him through agony just so I could have him a few days longer. So with his head in my lap, and my husband and I both there petting and talking to him, he passed away peacefully. He's now buried in the back yard along the tree line where he used to play next to Austi, a border collie who we had before him.
In about a week I have a litter of Labradoodle pups being born. Moses was their father. I hope that there will be a pretty little girl who looks and acts like her daddy that I can keep to carry on his memory. I do have one of his daughters from last year, but she favors her Lab mom much more than Moses.
I'm sad and know I will miss him greatly, yet I don't regret having had him even for this short while. He was a great dog who when I smiled, smiled right back at me. I'm lucky to have known him and glad he's no longer suffering.
Friday, March 21, 2008
I have another blog that's much more active. It's focussed on my hobby of breeding Labradoodles, so there is always much to write about there! Recently I've been getting more comments from people coming to see that site who have absolutely no reason to have to be nice to me. They're not family, or trying to sell me anything; they're just researching something online and a search engine happened to bring them to my site. My stat counter tells me how many people come each day, which pages they view, and how long they stuck around. I'm very pleased with how active the site has been even between litters. I feel a sense of pride and accomplishment when I see that the traffic is holding steady even though I currently have nothing to sell them. What really makes my day are the wonderful comments people have been making about my site. I know it probably shouldn't matter what others think, but to me it does. I want to know that what I do makes a difference. I need to know that there is some value in what I have there and that all my work doesn't go unnoticed.
I guess that's vanity speaking, but hey I'm only human and will draw my joy and encouragement where ever it comes to me from.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The very sound of the word makes me smile.
frol·ic n.1. Gaiety; merriment: fun and frolic.2. A gay, carefree time.3. A playful antic.intr.v. frol·icked, frol·ick·ing, frol·ics 1. To behave playfully and uninhibitedly; romp.2. To engage in merrymaking, joking, or teasing.
I want to celebrate life with joyful singing
I want to welcome my loved ones with the same kind of exuberance that my dogs welcome me
I want to playfully tease and laugh
I want my gratitude for life to shine from my eyes
Roll off my tongue
And spread to all I come in contact with.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
I'm taking my daughter to her OB for an exam and hope to hear the babies heartbeat for the first time. How fun that we can share this! I know it will make her pregnancy much more real for me. Since she's not really showing yet it's hard to imagine that she's carrying a life inside her.
I'm looking forward to having another baby to love!
Friday, January 25, 2008
Today I am taking ownership of Bella, a nice 1 yr old black lab female. She's AKC reg, house trained and used to kids, cats, and other dogs. Her previous owner got her not realizing how energetic and busy lab puppies are so ended up frustrated and wanting to be rid of her. His fool hearty attitude will hopefully be my good fortune.
Due to landlord problems, I am also taking back one of the female pups that I'd recently sold. Snuggles is a black f1 Labradoodle, turning out very cute, and while she's out of Moses and Canada, If I keep her I can breed her with my new chocolate poodle male... so that's the plan today. LOL
The new chocolate boy will be coming home this weekend. I have yet to come up with a name for him, but am going to be putting a lot of my future plans on him. I am going to be getting him DNA tested so if he proves to be sound genetically I will be able to know what colors he's able to pass on, that he's not a carrier for issues commonly found in purebred poodles, etc. He will be the first one I'll have tested... followed by the females. By having all my breeding dogs tested I will be able to guarantee my pups and every one of my dogs.
So I might be insane... this is going to be a major undertaking... but it's working for me so far, so why back off now. LOL My goal is to have 3 -4 litters a year (during the warmer months of the year) then give us all a rest over winter.
So I'm working it and we're now well on our way!
Friday, January 18, 2008
He’s 6+ months old, has brown curly hair, brown eyes, and will be the beginning of a whole new chapter for me. I have yet to decide on a name for him; actually only found out tonight that he is mine, so haven’t had a lot of time to consider a name. I suspect that like his predecessors, he will name himself. He will do something to show me who he is and it will just “click”.
My new baby is a big boy by most standards. Actually he is considered a standard… a standard poodle that is. He is coming from the same farm where I got my beloved Moses. They’re not related, but they will have to learn to live together and act as brothers. Once grown, he will hopefully sire some lovely Labradoodle puppies for me. His coat is chocolate, so I hope that some of his offspring will be rich and brown in tone like he is. He has one lovely young lady who is also still maturing who will be one of his mates just waiting to meet him. She is black, but carries chocolate and apricot genes like he does. He will also be introduced to her mother, a lively black lady who I hope will teach him the ropes.
If he is the good boy that I believe him to be, he will live a long and full life as a house pet and stud dog . I hope to get at least 1, maybe 2 more ladies for him to start families with. In a year I want to be able to share his sweet nature and offspring with others who love dogs as much as I do. I had wanted a chocolate or a red boy to spice up my life… and now I will have one.
Monday, January 14, 2008
He's a cute little bugger... I can't imagine that anyone coming to see him wouldn't want him. He's apricot like his Daddy, and smiles just like him too.
He has his Moms exuberance and faith that everyone loves him. He's growing a nice labradoodle coat and has just enough of a beard to look rather distinguished. He carries himself tall and proud like a Poodle yet wiggles and wears his joy of life like a Lab. I shed a few tears when the last female left this past weekend, and know I will again when this boy goes.
I keep telling myself not to get so attached, but it's impossible. They are so cute and endearing that they just worm their way into your heart.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I don't often post other peoples work, but this is inspiring and worth remembering, so It's worth posting here to save.
by Linda Ellis
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
Thursday, January 3, 2008
I now know it is possible to have every dish in the house clean and accounted for and every item of laundry clean and put away at the same time. Can you imagine that?!?! Up till now, I really couldn't.
For most of my life I've lived with kids... first my siblings, then my own offspring; that's where my doubts came from. I would get to what I thought was the last item, turn around, and there was more! It always felt similar to shoveling during a blizzard. It had to be done but it was never quite DONE.
My faith is restored. My trust is reborn. Finally I see the point of cleaning now that I can actually keep up!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
I would have reported it to the police, but didn't want word to get out about what a lousy guard dog he is. :oops: