My statement for the day.
Just because you have a ‘registered’ dog does not mean you should allow it to reproduce. Breeding a common type animal of any bloodline doesn’t assure that you will accomplish anything or make any money. A registered black Lab who doesn’t hunt or meet the standards of the breed is just another black dog.
A cute little doggie is not a standard to go by. Lots of people say they ‘love’ their breed of choice. Pit Bulls, Labradors and Chihuahuas all have fans, but they are the most euthanized breeds because there are just too many of them. There are more dogs and cats than people who want them.
If you have a champion or otherwise titled dog you should also take the time to have them certified by a vet. There are some insidious health issues that should not be passed on into the gene pool. Hip Dysplasia is the most well known among many large breeds. Eye and Sinus problems are common place in the bulldog type dogs that often require expensive surgery. Golden Retrievers have very high cancer rates. Terriers have luxating patellas and eye issues. And some dogs only live to be 7 years old.
If your champion whatever breed it is, has these issues they should not be bred to reproduce them in the next generation. Follow the form of the breed description, not the fashion of the day. Be kind to your breed and keep it healthy.
And be responsible for the dogs, and cats, that you bring into this world. Know where they are and that they are safe. Be willing to to take that puppy back back so it doesn’t wind up in a pound. It’s the right thing to do.
Subject: tshirts. I have too many darned tshirts as it is, but some companies always come out with new ones. It used to be
It used to be bumper-stickers. My old cars would have lots of bumper stickers all over it. But I got a new truck and I’m keeping the number down as I will have it for many years. It only carries Proud Woman Veteran, true Texan, and a Jack Russell heartbeat.
But I constantly get ads from (evil) facebook about new, funny, cute and irresistible t-shirts. Pictures of puppies, horses, dragons, and witty sayings. Today it is ‘Take care of the earth, its where I keep my dog.’ I recently got one that said things about writing.
Then there’s all the Viking ones, ‘I’m not a Princess, I’m a shieldmaiden. Then the protest ones ‘Stop horse slaughter’, ‘Protect the American Mustang’, and the begging ones ‘buy this shirt will feed 8 shelter dogs’,
I have the advertisement for Russell Rescue of Texas and All my conventions (Dragoncon, Revelcon, etc). There are the funny ones ‘ be yourself unless you can be a. Batman, b. a dragon, c. a unicorn’. (Hint: Always be Batman cause his superpower is being rich).
And of course the ones I make. Michael Shanks as Hawkman (reference Smallville season 9 and 10), the cover of my book ‘The Homestead’, and Jack O’Neill as the Green Man. (you’d have to see it).
Now I have too many t-shirts and only a few none print shirts to wear to normal activities. (Though I’ll wear the writing one a lot.) And I need money for my next trip. Four of these bad boys are at least $100 dollars.
And they’re not cheap. $25 to $30 apiece. Well, the ones I make aren’t that. The Chartreuse Hawkeye shirt was $5 cause I got the shirt on sale and did the printing on my computer.
I think I’m getting the rep as the old lady with the funny t-shirts. But then, I can live with that. Though I’d much rather be known as the next JK Rowling. Sigh, I guess I’ll stick with the old lady with the t-shirts.
Dear people who want a terrier. I see a lot of lost terriers on facebook. I know many of them get out of yards and go a hunting on their own. But bad things can happen to the babies in the big bad world. Here are a few suggestions from me and maybe some other terrier moms can pitch in their words too.
1. Lock the gate. If someone comes in, chances are the Jacks will get out. They are fast little stinkers. No one can successfully grab a terrorist on the fly.
2. Be sure your fence has good footing. A new fence with soft dirt is nothing to a digging dog. Pour concrete, lay big rocks or attach something as simple as chicken wire at the base of your fence an cover it with grass or gravel.
3. Don’t leave your dog outside alone for long periods of time. People will steal them, hawks and owls can take them and coyotes will kill them. Just don’t. ESPECIALLY in a storm. They will panic and if that fence goes so will the dog.
4. The underground electric fences are a joke. These little guys laugh at electricity. They see a cat or a squirrel and they go right through the zap. Also, other animals can come and go as they please. That chain link is a whole lot better.
5. If you have a wooden fence, be sure to check it regularly. If they can force their heads through an opening one day, the next day they will be gone. Be sure to check your fences after a bad storm. Lots of pets get run over when they get out.
6. Don’t leave them alone in a yard with an underground pool. As smart as they are, they may not swim or know how to climb out of the pool.
7. Keep them on a leash. Forests, parks, wilderness areas, lakes and oceans are also dangerous. Things live in them that can bite, poison or eat a little dog. Alligators, boa constrictors, (yeah, you read that right), sharks, bears, lions and the ubiquitous coyotes. Your little warrior will see prey and head for the wild open spaces. There, he will be the prey.
8. Be sure their leash, harness or haltee fits properly before you leave the yard or house. A terrier who can get loose WILL get loose.
I never put ID tags on a leash thing. I like a separate plain collar to carry their ID with my phone number and address. I use a martingale collar for the leash so the tag stays With the dog if he slips away. This is important. If you do lose a dog, a nice neighbor can call you if they find your dog or even a police officer may do it. If all you have is a city or vet office tags no one can help as the offices are all closed after 5 PM or weekends.
9. Carry a stick, a cane, golf club, etc in case you are attacked by loose or wild animals.
10. Microchip your pets. They work to help return or Identify your pets. Even if the worst happens it’s better to know.
11. Get your dog a job! Obedience, agility, flyball, hiking or just walking together. A Tired Terrier is a happy dog. And you’ll be in better shape too.
If someone has other suggestions, please feel free to add on. This is important enough for a village.
A friend wrote in and advised she has her Driver’s License Number tattooed on her dogs. She said it helped her to get her dogs back from a ‘neighbor’ who wanted to keep them.
Previously: I have lost my Bridget, but found little Katie. She had been imprisoned in ‘the pound from hell’ with a little identical male, possibly a litter mate. I has now been discovered that she is pregnant.
The vet assured me that she was indeed pregnant, possible 3 or 4 weeks. We should have a Christmas Gift. No, she doesn’t do abortions at this late date.
My husband was out of town, so I called him and told him of the good(?) news. As I expected, he was underwhelmed. Telling him about the more than likely father, he seemed better. At least they were going to be Rat Terriers, at least we could hope so.
But she was so skinny! So, I started feeding her like a French king, or Henry VIII. Every morning she got scrambled eggs with cottage cheese. Though, that doesn’t sound good to us. She quite thought she was in heaven and always asked politely for more. Then I made sure she had a good quality kibble and raw meat once in a while. She finally quit looking like a starving pup herself and began to look maternal, though she never got big. A woman I knew (nameless) overheard me talking to my friends about the food I was preparing for Katie. She commented that she wouldn’t spend so much money on mutt puppies from a dog I got from a pound. I was taken aback. I took a deep breath and replied that maybe so, but they were my mutt puppies and they were going to get the best start I could give them.
Well, it was the middle of Dec, a cold and rainy night. I got off late, the kids on my school bus were in high spirits with Christmas Vacation due in two days. My husband said to meet him at our favorite Mexican Restaurant. So during our lovely dinner, I asked if the dogs when out before he came. He said, yes, all but Katie. That seemed odd to me but I was in the middle of some great cheese enchiladas.
So when we got home, Abbott and Jessie met us at the door. No Katie. I found her in the middle of our king-sized bed on the comforter. She had one baby already, and was delivering a second one. For a ten month old pup, she was doing beautifully. Then after about fifteen minutes, something else appeared, a dark lump. Honestly , I couldn’t tell if it was afterbirth, a piece of poop, or another pup. I poked at it with my finger and it squeeked. So, it was indeed a puppy, a tiny little brown puppy, perfect in every way.
David came in and looked, seeing the two little spotted pups, asked “only two? Well, they are spotted after all.”
I had to laugh and point at little brownie. “Well, most of them.”
“Where did he come from?”
I pointed at Katie, who was dutifully cleaning her three sons. “There’s the culprit. When in jail, a girls gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.” She looked at me suspiciously. Yes, I had saved her, but she’d only known us for a month and a half.
“Why are they all brown?”
And that was a good question. For a black and white mama, and ostensibly a black and white papa, the spotted pups were white with brown spots and browny was, well, totally brown. But I had no answers.
We moved the little family into the small bedroom where her bed was set up. I set up a little heater for them setting it at 80 degrees. Little Katie looked up at me, and smiled.
I’m back, trying to catch up with writing. So here’s another chapter in the series so far.
So, what’s with the Rats? Are they victims or characters. This is the story of my Rat Terriers. I love Ratties. They are the sweetest little dogs. Same size as Jack Russells but a bit more delicate, and less carousing in their nature. My grandparents raised them so I knew more what I was getting with them.
After Bridget passed so unexpectedly, I was flummoxed. She was my darling and to lose her so unexpectedly was soul breaking. She had been a true Warrior Princess There was a hole in my heart and next to me in my bed. For me to heal, it had to be filled.
Now, I’m not a person who sits and moans for months. As a rescuer I knew there was little darling who needed saved…maybe today. So a week after losing Bridget, I was deep in Pet Finder. As I scrolled through the pictures, one in particular stopped me. She was a black and white terrier mix, her photo was a profile and strongly resembled Bridget. As I examined the picture, the video activated, and she turned to look at me. She was crying out to me for help. I showed her to my husband but the vid wouldn’t work again. He gently pointed out ‘it wasn’t a video, just a picture’.
I called the number listed for the pound and through the machinations of Russell Rescue of Texas and a credit card, I was able to secure her freedom. I purchased her on line, a wonderful lady went and picked her up from the pound, another drove her from Garland TX to New Braunfels TX where I met them. We got her on Friday. Saturday, she had been scheduled for euthanasia. The RR ladies had also secured 3 other terrier mixes at the pound saving them as well.
The little black and white girl crawled into my arms and tucked up under my hair. She was very thin, about 7 pounds for her 9 inches of height. Her age was judged to be about 7 months old. I named her Katie, after the character in my book.
But this was no happy puppy. This was a very needy, sad, broken little dog. Abbott and Jessie accepted her with no qualms, and she was house broken so we just let her follow us around and crawl in out laps whenever she wanted.
When looking at her paperwork, it showed she and another dog were picked up off the streets of Garland on the 16 of Oct, We took her on the 3 of Nov. Due to her poor condition, I wanted to wait a month for the spay so she would be stronger. So she was scheduled for a well dog visit on 1 Dec, and to get her appointment for neutering.
To make a long story shorter, my vet informed me my baby dog of 9 months was pregnant. Merry Christmas. No spay for her. Mother hood loomed large, even though she was still very thin. (I thought her belly bump was worms.) and she a mere pup herself.
So on 17 Dec, we returned home from dinner to find her in the middle of our king-sized bed having her babies. 3 males, 2 brown spotted, one solid brown. Poor Katie looked embarrassed and afraid. But we welcomed everyone, put them in the nest she was supposed to have had them in, and closed the door.
My husband looked at me and said. ‘No, we can’t keep them all.’
I, of course, agreed.
(to be continued)
I’m taking a break from one heart passion, my terriers, to my soul passion, the Horse.
First, I would like to take this chance to thank Vicki Ives and her daughters at KARMA FARMS for doing this thing I’m so madly ranting about.
We wonder why the world is so unconcerned about wild horses, the mystical antique breeds or just horses in general. I hope KARMA FARMS with their summer programs for children and adults continues to educate and impress our youth with the love and appreciation of these magical creatures. Not enough people know horses today, even in a little way. They watch them on video or read about them in books but they don’t know the truth of them.
Those of us who have touched, brushed, sweated, stroked, ridden or driven them know of their beauty, their strength and their gentleness. The modern person only sees them in two dimensions. We, the horsemen of the world, need to unlock the secrets of the horse to the children and the dreamers. The Passionate ones need to be awakened.
If you own a horse, open your world to others and show them the magic. Bring others into the world of the sight of their beauty, the touch of their noses and coats, the smell of their bodies and their sweat, the sense of their power as they bend to our asking. Put a child on a gentle horse. Take your friend to the barn. Let their fear pass into our love of this Magnificent Creature who comes to us so trustingly and willingly. If we don’t introduce people to our world, they won’t know anything but ignorance, fear and false lies told by others who fear our spirit animal.
Lies like they are only animals, they are stupid, they don’t care for their families and they don’t have fear or pain when they are taken from us. That they don’t feel pain when wounded. That they don’t mourn for their dead. We must educate the children behind the computers and in front of the televisions. Without the support of these people we will lose our miracle that is the horse. They will pass into history and leave us alone in the cold harsh world. So take a friend to your horse, or a barn or a farm and introduce them to the wonderous creature we call our friend and partner.
If you don’t know someone with horses, take a riding lesson or go to a rescue and volunteer to help. Learn their smell, their touch, and their spirit. You will be amazed at what you learn not only about horses but about yourself.