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: