Monday, October 18, 2010

Rippa Gets a Spinoff Blog, too!

Happy Fall!


Stephanie sent me this photo along with a Daiquiri update (she's keeping her more formal name, and her new nickname is "Bitty") that she is doing fabulous, loving Ohio, loving her kids, and the bestest little dog she could have ever asked for. Sometimes even stuff like this has a happy ending. It's a good lesson to remember.

Yishai and I went out and took Rippa for her first formal lessons on sheep this weekend, with Trish Alexander. The result was some footage on video, some thoughts, and then I decided it was time for a Rippa Spinoff Blog, so I give to you:


So, you know, if you're interest in how to start a stockdog puppy the way I do (ie, the Kathy Warren/Jack Knox way), then follow us on our happy adventures . . .

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Photos of some of the kids

Miss Piper makes an appearance:

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Bekka took a ton of these photos to get this one. All of the girls are related, and the blue dog just next to her is her auntie (Fury’s mom is her litter sister). 60111_1456674291986_1087207777_31200219_7214487_n

Piper, btw, was so not into the photo taking. :)

And, we have some wonderful Moto updates, too . . .

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Is he not the worlds’ most beautiful dog ever? Maybe I am biased because he looks like a male version of Fury and I think she is awfully cute. And I am so proud that they are cute, and structurally correct, and all show good instinct on livestock.

Rippa starts her formal training next month on sheep, and I will be SO stoked to work with her. I love this puppy. She is wonderful in every way. But I keep looking at her like, “What did you get from Fury, exactly, aside from being quirky?” She is still a Ben clone . . .

Yishai and I are lately surrounded by backyard bred dogs from repeat oops litters which is making us feel even more achieved than usual. He is really pushing for a repeat litter (it doesn’t help that Fury has come into heat and we’ve spent a lot of time watching her around the five month old, possibly dysplastic, border collie boy that she is flirting with) . . . we’ll see. Dogs need to be healthy and there needs to be a wait list.

Looking at Moto kind of makes me regret not keeping a dog for myself. I don’t know if I want three dogs in the near future though . . . though Alina is saying she’s planning on keeping him intact . . .

 

And PS . . . Daca is doing awesome!! Stephanie and family are bringing out everything I knew she had in her and she even says she’s doing great in public! No more inappropriate guarding/fear aggression! What a wonder the right handling can do. I knew it, but this proves it. And in so many ways, getting Daca to the Meyers was the best thing that happened to me this year. By far.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Little girls . . .

Fury’s just barely 17”, and she’s adorable, but geez. When I bred her to Ben, I was hoping to “fix” that, but I also knew it was such a close line breeding, it might be pretty strong.

Result? It’s pretty strong. The boys are nearing 50 lbs right now, so I guess they’re pretty big dudes (I hope to see Reid soon), but the girls are petite! I think the only one that is gonna make 18” is Rippa (Emma maybe, but haven’t checked in with her for a while.)

So, of course, just like Miss Fury, Rippa is asked all the time if she’s a mini. So I bought her a coat at the Outdoor Retailer show, and Yishai had it embroidered with a logo and a message:

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It says, if you can’t see it, “I’m not a mini, I’m the Lil Rippa.”

That’s right. :)

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Daca’s definitely in the right spot.

If you don’t believe me, check her blog.

But I got an email from Stephanie today, and had to share an excerpt: “She is a dream and I just can not express how much I love her.  I have the dog that I have been searching for the past almost 2 years now.  I really believe all things happen for a reason.  It was destiny that Daca be part of our family but for whatever reason she needed those other experiences before getting here.”

I love that. I feel that way about all the puppies. Alina I told no, and then a month later decided she would be okay, and now their lives are changed for the better. The Flowers, I said no, but now she is the prettiest princess which is just what she needed. Everyone else got exactly what they asked for.

Placing Daca with Stephanie finally has been the best thing that’s happened all year. So good that even Yishai is starting to encourage repeating the litter in a year-plus. A lot of learning, and all happy endings finally. We’ll see. I’ve noticed Fury is definitely slowing down, and I wouldn’t want to stress her out too much at 9 years old. Plus, we don’t know where we’ll be then. Y’s response was that maybe by then we’ll be married with a house and how much easier would that be. Heh. :)

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Reiderton

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I got this photo of Reid off Facebook. The caption was “pretty squeezil.” The MacRoberts are champions at nicknaming dogs, I tell you what. That’s a bow on his ear.

The family resemblance of this litter is ridiculous. I guess the line breeding’ll do that, but seriously, one litter and the “Tara” look is pretty solid.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Piper

Dude, how could I forget to post a photo of Piper!

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Mo Makes a Visit

Alina sent me a few shots of our favorite merle boy yesterday.

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I really liked her report, too – she took him to a nursing facility for a non-responsive relative, but . . .

“The dog made her so alert and happy as we did not see her for a long time.  At one moment (I did not take a picture), he jumped carefully on Arlene’s laps and was kissing her.  She smiled and smiled….

“IT WAS ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!!”

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He did great with everyone at the facility, no barking, perfect behavior, just a love. Looking at this particular photo I just keep thing, “DANG, is he beautiful or what?” Not like the other puppies don’t do that to me, too, but he is. Can you imagine what he’s gonna look like in two more years? Be still my heart!

She also sent some photos of him on the floor:

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So tired, I went to work with Alina today. . .

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Oh you saw me, well then, RUB MY BELLY!

She says she is intensely proud of him, just an incredible puppy and . . . “As always:   thank you  for Moto and changing our lives!”

You know what? I bred this litter hoping for hardcore stockdogs for hardcore stockdog homes. (I laugh when I think about Emma and her refusal to jump onto anything or expend any serious energy. My contract says the puppies need to be exposed to stock at some point with a report so that will happen, but dude, I cannot imagine Emma kicking butt on cattle.) Nobody went there (and I have mused about why in other posts, so no wasting time there), but every single person with one of these puppies says about the same thing. It makes me feel wonderful that they are doing exactly what they need to be doing. Yishai makes comments all the time that Rippa is such a light in his life. . .

Stephanie wrote to me about Daca this morning, and my favorite line was: “It is so refreshing to have a super smart, great problem solving aussie again.  Don't get me wrong my others are smart just the not caliber that I came to love of the breed!” When I read this, I went, WEEEEEEE!! EXACTLY!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Spinoff, and I don’t mean the kennel name

Like any good character in a tv show, you stick out enough and become loveable enough to follow, when the series starts getting weaker you get your own . . .

spinoff tv show:

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Enjoy!

And away she goes . . .

Say goodbye to California, Daca-baby.

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Yishai and I met James Sibley in Burlingame (ten minutes from SFO’s airport) at what was ostensibly a dog park. I googled it and assumed that if we met at 8 pm, it would be both dark and vacant of activity. What I did not plan on was how stinkin’ hard it would be to find it – and the dumb bit is, we literally parked right in front of it the first time before we did laps around the area and I figured it out.

The plan was to meet up there with “the family” and see Daca off. Both Yishai and I wanted to see her again (I especially wanted to from an academic standpoint – how she was doing, etc), but also to help the Sibleys get her off to the Meyers. Flying a dog is no easy task, especially when you really don’t want to do it, but you know it’s good for her.

Yishai and I cooed to her in the car, he head tilting back and forth and she got increasingly excited to see us. Jim got her out of the car and she was at first sort of excited and sort of reserved about the whole thing until . . . she decided Yishai was still aces and fell all over him, licking and snuggling into him. The guys laughed that “breeder mom” was getting shunned, but whatever. She took a bit longer to remember me and then it was ON. It’s nice to be loved.

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So, once that was done, we reintroduced her to Fury and Rippa. Was a little worried about Rips and she, but that turned out to be groundless:

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She had learned, while she was away, the importance of sucking up to her betters and she was very submissive to Fury and respectful to Rippa. We got out the glow-ball and they all had a good round of fetch for an hour or so:

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And then Yishai held Fury back, because she is the Fun Police and dogs are not allowed to play on her watch:

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Yeah, it looks vicious, but that’s just puppy ballet.

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Then I got to hold her.

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By now it was about 9 and she had to be in the Cargo Depot by 9:30 to make the red eye. So, we all trucked off and ended up there.

I had warned Jim that the depot was not usually a “romantic’ place to be. They usually just take the dog, ship it off into another room, and that is that. Yishai is still sad he didn’t get a formal goodbye to Moto.

But not at SFO’s Delta cargo. Noooooo, these people were awesome. They made all of us, including Daca, happy campers.

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I also really loved what the Sibleys had their daughter do:

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It says: “My name is Daca. I am a puppy. I get scared around strangers. Please don’t take me out.”

I’m sorry, but that’s excellent parenting. I have been feeling really bad about taking Daca away from The Family. I have talked plenty to Lisa and Jim about their feelings and tried to make sure they felt good about everything and had good feelings about where she was going, but I never said anything about their kids, though it was on my mind. What a nice way to give her some ownership and some closure on the episode.

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Here is the woman that helped us load her up. She was awesome with Daca. She even asked me about a puppy for her family. That’s how good the little beastie was.

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Okay, I go to Ohio now!

And with that, I must tell you about her new home. As I said before, I was contacted by Stephanie two days after I placed Daca with the Sibleys. Stephanie is one of those people that has really reinforced my vision about what I was trying to do when breeding – and she asked to be put on a wait list for a repeat litter because no one was breeding exactly what she wanted except me. She’s also the author of the previous post about how a dog like Daca can end up being the best dog you have ever had.

The Meyers family (two boys, a patient husband Bill, and Stephanie) does rescue. From what I get about Stephanie, she’s about as close to a “rescue professional” as you get. And she gets these dogs. All through our conversations she kept saying that Daca just sounded like she was being an Aussie and the fear aggression thing was something she had no qualms about turning around: “Make no mistake, I don’t want her to be friends with everyone. I want her to work in my family, and no one else matters.”

Knowing Daca as I did, this was perfect. I keep saying it, and I still believe it: Daca is fundamentally a pretty friendly little thing, she just had that reserve instinct pushed too far. It was really hard to simply KNOW that she wasn’t wired incorrectly, but that she really needed someone who got that and had a program to work with her on. I kind of got the feeling that as the Sibleys discovered what they had on their hands, they took a more avoidance route with her – but Stephanie is going to be very involved, and so is her husband – that was something she asked of him if she took her in.

Stephanie has a frisbee dog troop in Ohio that’s “staffed” by other Aussies out of her rescue experiences. She has been telling me from the videos the Sibleys posted that Daca’s jumping form is akin to rockstar frisbee dogs and she is excited. I guess I am going to learn something about that as Daca grows. She’s also interested in putting her on livestock, which is excellent because I thought Daca had some good things in her.

Well, I got NO sleep last night between driving four hours from SFO at 10:00 at night and by being nervous about Daca flying and her reception at home, but I needn’t have worried. I knew she would transition rather easily, and she did. Stephanie had bet her husband that she’d be lying in his lap by the end of two days and I upped the ante by promising half a day. Guess who won?

While Daca was understandably afraid at the Ohio end of the flight, she came out of it rather quickly and completely. She, like the night before, went from reserved to lovepuppy on her husband and then followed suit with Stephanie. As she reported to me: “It’s love!” I guess they were moved to tears by her ready accepting of the family. See! Daquiri – breaking hearts in a good way.

Stephanie says she loves everything about her so far and can’t wait to see the full extent of her personality: she’s already been performing tricks for her without snacks (that’s a Tara specialty), tug of war, fetching etc. She likes how she is observant and reserved and comments: “Oh she is such an Aussie . . . I LOVE IT!” On top of that: “She is GORGEOUS!!!  I love her size, her color and color pattern, everything!” Yup, looks like Daca has found her forever home!

Of course, I don’t forget that it took breaking the hearts of two other homes to get her there. It’s been a learning experience for us all. It’s been kind of a heavy gravity day for me – not just over the dog stuff, but that’s definitely part of it. I wish for everyone’s sake it had gone differently. But honestly, given the situation, it could not have gone better if you ask me. From the happy dog park times to the supportive Delta cargo people to Daca deciding that humid ol’ Ohio was not so bad . . . she is a well-travelled dog these days – which is good: she needs to log plenty of air time if she’s gonna be a frisbee champ. And I could not feel better about where she’s landed this time.

I cannot tell you how much love for the people that have been involved with her I have. In a world full of escapism and blame-laying, there was none of that. Just open hearts and minds and all wanting the best for a loveable fuzzybutt. I thank myself lucky to know them all.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Good/sad News

First, how about an adorable photo of Rippa at Yishai’s with her neighbor pal Finley the BC?

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They play all. day. long.

Anyway, so Stephanie contacted me today and we’re good to go – she is most likely flying out on Monday. Yishai and I may or may not go to see her off, though I am leaning toward “may.” I am just worried about her being like, “Yay you’re here to . . . put me on a plane.” But I shouldn’t anthropomorphize. She’s gonna go, “Yay! Breeder parents! Woah! Plane! Woah, new family? Well . . . okay then!”

I called Lisa today to prepare her. We talked for a bit and everyone agrees this is the right thing to do. I am excited about giving her to someone who enjoys working with dogs to help them and knows how to. In fact, what’s really cool? New home (I’ll tell you about them when this is a done deal) is thinking about starting a blog to keep us all up to date on what she is doing with Daca.

And I have to say, how cool is that?

I know there are a number of you who do not even have dogs that read this. My learning experience has touched not only the immediate people involved, but all of you. How many people will benefit from my cataloguing this experience now and in the future? And it just keeps moving forward.

And moreover, Lisa and I both told each other today that we were grateful to have one another in each other’s lives, and I definitely feel that about Daca’s first home, too. Nobody feels like they got a raw deal, no guilt, no shame, and there is a lot of love, openness, and learning going on that’s really very healthy. I feel at peace with what’s happened because I feel like, as Lisa said, “Things happen for a reason.” Everyone comes into your life to teach you something, even dogs. I am fortunate in this entire scenario to have been surrounded by reasonable, supportive, essentially loving people who are lights in this world.

All the pain, all the stress, all the fear is worth it when I look at what everyone has gained from this. Especially when I know Daca will be just fine. She’s been well loved everywhere she’s been and she’s adjusted well to every change. I’m grateful for that little adorable puppy. She’s brought a lot of good into my life along with all the bad, and I wouldn’t change it in hindsight because she taught me early and well.

I love what Lisa has said in reaction to the post before this: “I can drive a station wagon or even a high performance sedan but I have come to the conclusion I cannot drive a Ferrari....I am gonna miss my little red Ferrari terribly.”

Loves to everyone reading, even if you do so with judgment in your heart.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Ferraris and Sedans

I said in my last post that I felt like there are some Aussies that are Sedans and some that are Ferraris. I wanted to elaborate a little more about this.

A Sedan is a class of car that gets you from point A to point B. Everyone thinks of Sedans as some kind of curse, but looky here:

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This here, my friends, is a BEAUTIFUL high quality, sexy little machine. But it lives on the roads, keeps the family together, and has a little room in the trunk for your goods. If you park it on the street, no one is going to look twice. And you can let your 15 year old with a learner’s permit behind the wheel.

So when I say that some stockdogs are like Ferrari’s, I’m not insulting the Sedans. You gotta be a special person to handle a Ferrari. You have to have the right environment to even consider getting one in the first place, and you have to be willing to be able to learn as you go with it – and be invested enough to do big-time fixing when you mess up and end up in a ditch.

This, my friends, is what I’d say a high-powered stockdog is.

Now, what is a high-powered stockdog? As with everything, there’s a range of dog personalities out there. We have protective, not protective, friendly, reserved, shy, fearful, funny, mellow, even, creative, whatever. There’s a range. With stockdogs, this is also true.

Some stockdog lines are pretty low-power. They get the job done because they work with easy livestock and generally have a lot less instinct and hot-to-work drive than they do “willing to please” drive. They won’t think for themselves and they won’t work aggressively (not mean-aggressive, I mean assertively, with power). These are the kind of dogs that do great on many sheep and ducks but you probably don’t really want to put on cattle. The cattle will call their bluff.

Some are medium-power.

And then there’s high-power. Instinct to work and hot-to-work are about even in the way of “willing to please.” These dog work great on their own because they think on their own. They don’t need handler hand holding if they know what they’re doing. They’ll also ignore their handlers from time to time because their instinct is louder than their training. These dogs are pretty great doing open range work and such because they get the idea and they’ll work it out.

There’s also dogs out of balance who have no instinct to work. Or have no drive to work. Or who have no will to please. I’m simplifying things, of course. There are so many traits that go into making a stockdog (instinct to bite, eye, balance, instinct of position, movement, squaring, fight instinct, man . . . I can list a whole pile of things), that just saying it’s three is stupid. I’m just trying to make a generalize point, though. It’s a perfect storm that stockdog breeders try to get the balance that works for them.

Smaller farms are not going to need the high-powered dog. Most triallers don’t need the high-powered dog. And, if you’re like me, most trainers can ruin the high-powered dog because it is working so hard to work with its instincts, and you are working so hard to work with your commands that it has a hard time figuring out a happy medium and so . . . what was once raw talent is a Ferrari wrapped around your neighborhood tree.

Why am I writing about this? Well, because what’s happened with Daca is the Ferrari-and-the-Tree. Why do I know that Daca’s fear aggression issues aren’t just her? A few reasons:

When I bred Fury, I knew I had a problem with her instinct to control things. When stuff gives her pressure, she moves into it. Not having managed it correctly because, at the time, I was used to driving a Sedan, it became an issue. I didn’t understand the need to move into pressure until I understood what high-powered stockdogs need to have into them: the instinct to move into pressure. If a cow charges Fury, she’ll do everything she can to stop it before she’ll give up. That’s moving into pressure. How many dogs out there will do that? Most turn tail. That’s a key thing about what makes her a born cattle dog. It also makes a heck of a time for a greenhorn like me to manage.

At seven years into our relationship, she and I have it finally dialed. There was a lot of pain and learning along the way. But knowing what I knew, I did a lot to make sure the puppies didn’t have this happen to them: I socialized the heck out of them, I did “puppy torture” (ie, the Early Neurologic Stimulation), and I placed them in homes who had experience with tough stockdogs (either Aussies of the same or similar lines or cattle dogs). The only exceptions I made were for Moto and Daca. Moto, I had had for more than twelve weeks and had done a lot of urban socialization with him. As you’ve seen, he’s adapted fine. He was a very easy-going boy and I knew he’d be fine.

Daca, however, went to a home that really doesn’t have the kind of experience she needed. She is definitely a high-powered stockdog puppy. She has that instinct to move into pressure, and whatever traumatic thing happened to her during the fear period she was with her first home, she learned to preemptively move into that. On all other fronts, she’s fine. She isn’t overly protective of the home (ie, when the other dogs bark at stuff, she would watch them and think, “You fools!”), she adapts well to change (including new home environments and new physical environments), she’s a love to the people she knows, and she’s not “reactive” – ie she doesn’t hear a noise and flip out. It’s a predictable fear reaction she has, but you have to know what you’re looking at to see it.

The first home had already had bad experiences with puppies of the same lines and just wasn’t up to the crash-and-burn Ferrari. I’m not trying to be flippant here – that home is a successful home to multiple competitive Aussies, but the behavior knowledge you need to handle Daca is not where the current home was at and I was grateful that the home recognized it early and sent her back rather than let it get worse. That home simply didn’t have the support system that say, I did when Fury was growing up.

The next home is sort of in the same situation. They were confident they could work with her, having worked with Aussies with temperamental problems in the past, but none as high-powered as Daca. Working with a testy Sedan is doable. You can still roadtrip if it’s making some troubling smells and noises. A Ferrari? It catches on fire!

Daca’s new home – well, soon, we have to wait for a foster dog to vacate and the temps to drop – can do it. They are experienced with testy Ferraris and run a successful frisbee troop out of their repairs. She says all the right things – that the fear aggression is just a non-issue if managed properly, that she won’t introduce her to her other dogs until Daca is fully bonded to her so that when she says “NO!” Daca will respect her Alpha status. No gimmes. No mistakes. No public forays unless she’s ready for 100% success. Training, correction, structure, and reading the behavior and not expecting immediate change. What the new home does understand, however, is the underlying causes and steps to fix that. Homes like this don’t come along very often because it is such a specialized type of home. It’s what she started with and it’s what she knows. The kicker? This home thinks Daca is just being an Aussie – the kind of Aussie she likes and she just is not in a situation ideal for the kind of temperament she has.

The other homes wanted to, don’t get me wrong. It kills me that she’s been bounced around and it kills me that lots of people have been hurt in the process, but it’s a learning curve for me. I didn’t get that the current home really understood what they were dealing with, but my thought was that, like me, if they wanted to, they could learn. They have told me that if the new home falls through they will work with a behaviorist and learn how to manage her. But they fear her potential won’t be realized where she is – and I support that fear. I want the best for everyone, including Daca.

But what Daca needs even I can’t give to her – she needs a controlled environment set up for success. She needs to learn that she can also activate the “flight” instinct and make her own space away from the offending thing rather than forcing space by “fighting” the thing. She needs to know her place in her dog pack (but she does like being a part of a pack, too) with consistent reinforcement both from the dogs and from the human leaders. She needs control with regard to uncomfortable situations. You need to learn the fine tuning of driving that Ferrari before you can get it out into city streets: that takes time and passion and an appreciation for what makes it so difficult to handle.

There is another part to this story that bothers me, too. The current home invited a trainer into their home to evaluate Daca. I wasn’t there, but I guess he stayed there for forty minutes trying to handle her before telling them, essentially: “This is a dog bite liability. I cannot fix her, but I can help you learn how to manage her. But if she was my dog, I would put her down. You don’t want to lose the house because of this dog.”

He also talked to me and told me by his estimation that Daca’s issues weren’t “my breeding” but a clear case of early puppyhood trauma. He said she was handshy and clearly had been hit before. Now, knowing that neither I nor Yishai inappropriately punished her before or after that first home – that isn’t the case on my end. And I also happen to KNOW that the first home didn’t hit her, either. She just isn’t they type.

These are red flags of not understanding the underlying causes of why this puppy is like this: saying “my dog was abused” when you adopt a dog because it’s shy or quirky is such a cop out. Your dog might just by shy or quirky. Him assuming she’d been beaten simply doesn’t make sense. Not in the way she reacts. Not in the home situation – if her first home had beaten her and she chose to react with fear aggression, her current home would not be safe with her – yet they are. Why direct it at strangers? And knowing where Daca was exposed – in no such public arena could she have been beaten.

I liked her new home’s reaction to his estimation of her: “Dog bite liability? Put down? It’s her home’s job to PROTECT her from biting situations.” You see why I am so confident with the new home? EXACTLY.

I won’t lie that putting her down became an option when the current home said they’d appreciate if I put feelers out. At some point you don’t want to break anyone’s heart anymore. Much less my own. I can’t bring Daca back here because there simply isn’t a manageable space for her the way that she is. But the fact is this: Daca is a good dog. She’s trainable, sweet to those she knows, and super willing to please. She’s great on stock, and she is by far the most adorable puppy you have ever seen (go ahead, I dare you to deny it): how do you put that down? I also know, especially given my management issue experience with other dogs including my own, that given the right handling, she’ll come around and be someone’s beautiful friend and working partner. And her new home agrees, even after full disclosure. There’s a lot of big hope for that puppy.

Anyway, it still kills me that this happened. Daca is a resilient and happy puppy under it all. As the new home said, she’s being pulled out there because that’s what was meant to be, and all involved had to learn the hard way. In the end, however, I’ve not felt so good about a home as Daca’s new one – and soon she’ll have a new name again - “New life, new name” is her new home’s motto, even though, she says, “I really like the old one.” :)

The irony in all of this is today Rippa was at our climbing gym and the landlord was there. She asked Yishai if we had any more “of them.” She told me, “I really like that dog. I like her size, I like her mellow temperament.” And while Rippa was really just pretty tired from playing all day with her border collie neighbor, it still astounds me how fundamentally all the puppies are a lot more solid/mellow than I was expecting (well, with the exception of Piper – but that’s only because Bekka ENCOURAGES it!). Genes or early puppy socialization?

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Happy days are here again . . .

I thought I might start you off with an adorable visual for your day:

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So an update on Daca that I promised you: it looks like we have confirmed her rehoming – she’ll be flying out to Ohio to live with the Meyers’ family. Stephanie and her family (2 boys, one huz) are very experienced with rescue dogs and fear issues in general. She contacted me about two days after I placed Daca with the Sibleys and we talked a lot about her issues and dogs in general. Stephanie admires what I am trying to do with the breeding of these guys and after hearing both from the Sibleys and myself about Daca, she’s formulated a plan about what she’ll be doing with her and it sounds excellent. She’s also intending to include her in part of her frisbee dog expo troop and get into stockdog work with her – this is great, not only will Daca get the kind of management and handling she really needs, but she’ll be really realizing her full potential as a performance dog. Did I mention that she also still gets to be a family dog (she likes that).

I have been pretty heart broken over placing Daca with the Sibleys because here again we’ve got another failure in placement. I have talked extensively to them and we all agree that we tried our best to make it work, but in the end, managing Daca was going to be too much for their household. They are used to the more conformation/friendly Aussie and Daca definitely needs a stronger, more experienced hand. As I said, I will do an education write up about this when I get a chance because it needs to be out there. I have always said that most Aussies are sedans – you can take them out with the family, drive them where you need to, park them where you need to, but stockdogs – real high performance stockdogs – are more like Ferraris. You can get some amazing things out of them if you know what you’re doing, but if you don’t, baby it’s a crash and burn. I learned that the hard way with Fury.

The nice thing about this is that decision to rehome her isn’t out of spite or something specific. The Sibleys simply recognize that what she really needs they can’t fully offer her. If Stephanie declined taking her, or I couldn’t find anyone else for her, they were fully committed to keeping her and working with her. They’re great people and I’m grateful to having connected to them, even if it wasn’t all sparkles and joy.

It’s a learning process, but one I’ve chosen to make public so that others can benefit and for that, I have no compunctions.

And a parting photo of Fury with her badge and cordelette head halter:

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Head halters are pretty sweet for dogs like Fury that have major needs to control their environment. That little loop around her muzzle chills her out unbelievably. She’s the world’s most mellow, happy dog with that thing on. Management, that’s the key.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Puppies doing great and . . . not so much.

Today we have a mixed bag. I guess that’s how breeding responsibly goes. First up, I wanted to share with you what Bekka says about the royal Hyper Piper:

“OK, so Little Miss Piper let herself out of her dogyard today while I was mowing one of the other yards. Was in the arena eating sheep poop, since the sheep have access to the arena... They like to use the A-frame for shade. So there are a couple sheep near her but she's eating poop and I'm not too worried since she had such a not-so-nice experience as a baby with Trace and BabyTrace.... (Trace is a sheep)

“So I keep mowing and look up again. Piper is gone... But there are some sheep moving kind of quickly. And I know what that means. Here comes the main flock over the hill with Little Miss Piper loping behind and turning them off the fence. They're moving quick but not 'slam-myself-into-the-fence' insanely.


“So I stop mowing. A puppy can get in a lot of trouble unsupervised with a flock of sheep, including the Icelandics. But they're still not going bonkers so I kind of chuckle as I walk aaaalll the way around house/barn to get to the arena. I kind of slow down and here she comes bringing the whole flock over the hill again, circling to head, stopping the entire flock, then *driving* them back the way they'd come, wearing to tuck the edges in when they start to loosen up.

“It's SO COOL and SO CALM that I almost turned around to go inside and get the camera. But I thought that might be irresponsible if things went south so I go to the arena gate. Little Miss Piper has brought the sheep back, and has them stopped at the A-frame with her a good 40' off watching.


“I call her off, she comes, then doesn't, then does. She comes out and gets mongo praise because no sheep died in the non-filming of this puppies journey of stock discovery!

“And did I say how COOL IT WAS???!!! “

My response to Bekka was “Of course.” Piper was obviously talented as a wee pup. I would expect NOTHING but reports like this. :P

And I got to wondering how Motzi was doing, so wrote to Alina. She gifted me with photos and a sweet write up!

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I think Motzi looks a LOT like Fury. Look at that headshot – if that’s isn’t a male version of Fury, I don’t know what is. She definitely produced true to type!

And her letter:

We are doing fabulous, Moto really changed our lives for better and happier.

I smile while walking him every day and wonder how sad my life was without him.  Even my colleagues in the office noticed that I am happier.

Moto is the loveliest puppy I have ever met. He loves to kiss and be kissed.  He is sitting just next to me and destroying another toy...Boy, does he know how to destroy toys‼!  We are breaking all the records.   Every toy sold to us as non-destroyable has been destroyed ...sometimes after 15 minutes, sometimes after 1 day.  But he never touched a furniture, shoe or anything around the house.  We just buy him lots of toys.  I sometimes think, I should change his name to the“Destroyer”….

Mr. Moto, Motik, or just MO is 40lb and still growing.  He is about 20-21 inches high…I think…he was afraid of being measured.  He has absolutely gorgeous markings and is very, very handsome.  People everywhere are telling us how beautiful he is and these eyes!!!!

He is very smart, listens pretty well, I walk him a lot without a leash and he is perfect, but Sam is afraid to do it.  I am really his Alpha and he responds to me almost 100%....still working on full 100%.

He loves people…really all people, only occasionally he reacts to runners or bicycles.  Great playmate with kids; I had visitors for 2 weeks with 1 year old and 10 year old.  He was sharing cookies with one year old, playing squeaky…driving everyone crazy but, most of all, for the entire 2 weeks, Bart, the 10 year old was his buddy for everything.  Just amazing to watch.  I was…almost plain jealous…

I want you to know that I am still as excited about Mo as I was when you decided to ship him to us.  We love him very, very much and it seems it goes the other way as well.

Just few fact about him:

· Moto hates very hot and humid weather…just sits on the grass and refuses to go for a walk (even in the early morning when it’s bearable),

· he barks and howls when he hears sirens (one day, I had a really important work conference call and was not able to stop him, everybody heard him barking and howling…).

· Moto does not want to swim in the pool.  He runs around it and his main focus and enemy is the vacuum that moves at the bottom of the poll, he has never ending energy to chase it and barks and barks….  He is so fanny.  By mistake he jumped to the pool a couple of times and was beautifully swimming but immediately swam back to the "land"…he just prefers to be splashed.  I take him (carry him) into the water sometimes, but more to cool him that make him happy…he rather chase the moving underwater and occasionally splashing water vacuum.

· He begs for human food…this is Sam’s fault…he fed him under the table (So I don’t see it) and now we have a little monster.  He loves vanilla ice cream and blueberries…carrots and polish sausages…and everything else from the peoples table.

· He is playing all the time, has so much energy but at the end of the day collapses on the cold tiles and falls asleep.

· He is full of love and energy.

Pretty nice, yes? I talk to Patrick regularly and Reid is doing well, as is Emma. Rippa, well . . . dude, Rippa’s our dog. She’s awesome!

But here’s the sad news . . . it doesn’t look like Daca is working out in her new home. And trying to be sensitive to the situation, I will leave it at that. I had a lot of misgivings in placing her with them, but THEY said they were up for it and could handle it, their referrer said so, and Yishai supported trying it. Nothing huge occurred, but Daca’s not fitting in right.

I cannot tell you how sad this makes me. I feel like I’ve done wrong by her twice now – and it scares me to send her off to another home knowing that my track record is very, very bad. I’ll write more about behavior later – this is something that should be learned from, by me, by all involved, and by you vicarious readers so that you know what’s out there. I just don’t have the heart for it.

Daca will definitely not be coming back to live with us here at Tara. She and Rippa did not get along and I don’t believe that will be any easier now. Rippa is deep in her teenage phase of testing her mother’s will out (I still think Fury is too lenient with her, but she definitely rolls her when necessary) and finding her place. A puppy doing the same thing, the same sex, and mostly the same size (though Daca is more small than Rippa) while working through other problems is not cool. I am also not prepared to toss Daca out in a kennel and that’s her life. Yishai continually thinks through ways to keep her, including placing Rippa (who we all know would be easy to place), but when he says that I want to kill him. He’s a good man with a martyr’s heart, but I won’t let him give up his puppy just so we can keep Daca because of the problems she has.

The silver lining to this is that while I admit freely that when I made the choice to try out the Sibley’s, I caved to peer pressure while knowing in my gut it wasn’t right, a home that . . . in my gut IS right . . . came along a few days later. I contacted that home and there is still interest. If it works out, I’ll post more.

Poor little Daca-wi. The most bubbly, friendly, happy puppy of the litter and this is what happens to her? It’s hard to think of what the outcome for her might be, but I’m going to try to do what’s right for everyone. This is a majorly no-win situation.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Maturation

So I had expressed some disappointment with Rippa getting dumped at the dog show so heartily. I've been thinking about this and watching her grow up . . . I think that her "sometimes wide" front isn't going to fix. Fury has that, too. It's genetics, not maturity.

I had a friend who shows in conformation commiserate about that: "we breed dogs that mature slowly, nothing wrong with that."

But you know what? My dogs did not mature slowly. At six months old, they look like adults. No knobby needs, no puppy coat, no awkwardness. Most are well on their way with training programs. I just took Rippa out (she was bored) to work with my two jumps and she's got most of Fury's commands on an elemental level and we have not formally trained her at all (she's Y's dog - he can do what he likes). Sure, they'll fill out, but I don't think they are going to "mature" more and show me anything different.

Why?

Because it doesn't pay to have a slow maturing stockdog. Now, there's something to be said a slow maturing dog that lasts a long time, but something more to be said for early maturing and long-lasting dogs. Fury's mom was put down recently at 14 but was on cattle at that age. Bekka's Blue dog is still running agility. I was not sure when I thought Rippa'd be ready mentally for formal stock training, but I think it is now. She's a little iffy about large dogs (HACKLES UP! EEE!) at the dog park, but that's different.

Learning a lot through this process. Things you don't know to ask. But they make sense in hindsight.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Videos

Piper and Bekka


Rippa's new trick

Trust me, she's not hungry. She does this for hours if I have her and Y's not around.

My puppies are frickin' awesome.

So, I went to Chicago for a week with Yishai and we made a “little” side trip (3.5 hours) to visit Piper with her owner at an agility trial.
4820425574_93ce8e86e5  Piper, if you remember correctly, was one of the higher drive puppies, and also the one we’d all tagged as maybe the hardest to raise so I wanted to be sure she went to an experienced home. When Bekka asked me about her (and she only wanted her), I wholeheartedly agree. Bekka has Fury’s aunt (ie, her mother’s litter sister) and a whole mess of dogs with the same lines. She competes a lot in agility, has stock, and is plain going to have an awesome home.
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How awesome, I couldn’t fathom. She regularly sent me “THANK YOU SO MUCH” emails, but when I went to see her, I was estatic.
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Piper remains the best structured puppy of the litter that I’ve seen. She is, however, a tiny, tiny dog. Here she is being measured by the 16” NADAC wicket (which is really 18” high).
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She’s at least an inch UNDER Fury. Now, she’s 7 months old so she could totally grow, but . . . I really did not think it was possible to unintentionally end up with a smaller dog than the Fury – who is the smallest Aussie I’ve ever known that wasn’t bred to be small on purpose.
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Bekka is always kidding that Piper is a blur, and she’s really not that bad. On top of that, I think that Bekka LIKES her that way and encourages her to party-hardy. I have a pretty good feeling I could make her mellow out pretty fast if I wanted to. But that would not be FUN! And that is what Piper exists to have and spread and I love it.
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She’s reserved initially and then friendly with everyone and every dog. Yishai was super disappointed she didn’t remember him, but she was still happy to be our friend as we fawned over her so much that someone asked us if she was a new puppy we just bought from Bekka! Quite the opposite!
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Also, remember her coat being more . . . earthy than the other merles? Not so much anymore. Very interesting. She, too, has the tweed merling.
And so does . . .
EMMA!
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Her owners came through town to help move my roommate out to Sacramento and left Yishai and I wine, a card thanking us for being good to Laura but mostly for Emma, and a bunch of photos.
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Little Emma Fie Pie, the “bland” little puppy of the litter that never really caught peoples’ eyes has really grown up to be a looker, eh?
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Take Piper for example, she FLOATS into the second-story crate in the big ol’ Ford 350 of Bekka’s.
(Yishai took a look at the above photo and goes, “a little straight in the rear still, but whatever.” Is he not the best-trained non-dog guy ever?)
And PS. Got home from vacation and find that Rippa’s ears are starting to think about going the way of Fury’s, only lower. Well, whatever. Good ears are good ears. Still watching that front of hers . . . love her however she turns out.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Photos of the merle girls.

First up, we have a happy Daiquiri (permaname, I think) and her big sis Rocky.

And then, rejoice - photos of Hyper Piper!





Also, totally copper! Coolio!
Nothing from Moto or Emma lately, though Emma is coming up to SLO next week (but sadly I will be gone). I hear she is kinda fat from all the Alzheimer's patients giving her snacks in the home.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

It's official.

I mail off all Daca's paperwork to Santa Cruz tomorrow. They're committed.

It's been a hell of a ride, and I am quite sure more stories to tell . . . but for now. Goodbye and good luck! I'll post photos and updates as they come in. ::smooch::

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Puppy blog is kinda wrapping up . . .

Well, it's been fun, hasn't it? Okay, not always been fun, but real. If I continue regularly posting, it's just going to be "Life with Fury and Rippa and Yishai" and that's not what I want to do with this. I'll post photos and videos and puppy owner updates when they're awesome, but beyond that, I think it's time to say goodbye to the blog for a bit. Daca seems to be settling in with her owners quite well, they're taking her to a behavior consultant next week but I think all has happened for the greater good.

Took Rippa to a dog show and got dumped royally but not all that surprised. I need to train her to gait, she moves fine when she runs away from the action, but coming back to the judge, she's not so down and pulls to the side and looks like she's wide in front when I am pretty sure she's not. I'll probably post photos from that show. Then I got strep throat, so that will teach me. I don't know what, but it will.

I will give you something interesting I know, but have been reading lately so it has reminded me: dog neoteny. I am reading Temple Grandin's Animals in Translation right now and there's a long section on how domesticated animals are really just baby versions of their wild selves. She states that dogs are really the equivalent of 30 day-old wolves. In the wild, baby wolves have floppy ears and blunt noses and they bark. But they don't when they get older. And I have always believed this to be so - and have read it before.

And there is some serious variety in temperament in this litter, but I wonder if "degree" of wild can be that drastic based on physiognomy. When I got the Fury, I got a real sense that she was a lot more wild than my past dogs, especially her immediate predecessor. Behavior and looks-wise, she's a lot more so.

And let's look at the litter:

From reports, the two most friendly are Emma and Moto - both puppies with snub noses, lower energy, and drop ears. The middle puppies are Reid and Rippa - again, a little more narrow in the nose, a little more energy but still pretty mellow, and drop ears. Reserved, but mostly friendly. And then there's Hyper Piper and Daca - both of them have the Fury's high-half ear. Daca's got a bit snubbier nose, though (as Yishai likes to call her - she's a "short snout"). Both are higher energy. Reserved, and take work to make friendlier.

I dunno. Just something I think about. I'm always looking to learn something. I don't know what the next few years will bring. I have people on a wait list now for a repeat, but I also just found out that Fury's sister may have produced epilepsy, but it was with a totally different sire (one out of California working lines). I am not that worried, but we'll see. I may be living out of a cardboard box for all I know. Or like, pregnant and too smart not to start this up again. Yishai is worried that it really was hard on me and I am not sure he's eager to see me do the emotional damage I inflicted on myself again. But we get older and wiser. I like to think that feeling bad keeps me honest and looking for the lesson.

We'll see. Time will tell if this was a success and worthy of doing again, either with Fury or the Rippa bear (though that will take convincing of Yishai, on paper she is co owned, but I told him in no uncertain terms that in real life, she is his should that need to be decided).

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Reid

A rare photo of 6 month old Reid!

Thoughts from someone who's been there . . .

Remember I told you about one home that was just a few days late in contacting me? She wrote up a wonderful little "I know how it is" to me that I thought I would share - since I do think that people need to understand what I've created and what is out there in the land of Aussies. Obviously Daca's origins are a bit different and she is actually quite the opposite in terms of being reserved from birth (Fury was), but the qualities she's exhibiting now are similar and the advice below are sound.

Posted with permission:

It's me again.  I read your blog and felt compelled to share the story of our first Aussie, the one I spoke of in my first e-mail.  I think Daca and Tess are two peas in a pod.

We got Tess when she was 12 weeks old as an early Christmas present.  She was from a BYB but I can say she was without a doubt 100% Aussie.  We picked her specifically because she was the one that hung back checking things out the other puppies were getting into before she would head over.  Her first year was pretty uneventful.  I took her everywhere I went never leaving her behind.  At about 15 months she decided she no longer wanted anything to do with people or other dogs.  She was so "bad" she would not even take treats from other people.  About 3 months later we started being active in frisbee competitions.  She did not like the people but her love of the disc and her wanting to please me outweighed all fears.  Starting to be around dog people I got conscientious of what people thought.  I signed us up for an obedience class.  We were SO bored as we knew all the commands and then some.  She acted like a perfect angel in the class, never lunging at or even looking to another dog.  She always left people alone anyways.  By this time I realized that our bond was so strong that all that mattered to her and I in life was being together.  I embraced her "fears" as I saw them as she was being the dog she was bred to be (aside from the dog issues of coarse).  In her 6 short years she never come to like other people, she would tolerate them but they needed to know that her space was to be left alone.   She never wanted to be with other dogs but one foster that I had for about 3 months she learned to tolerate with work on both of our parts.  Quite a few times at events people would "sneak" up from the back of the tent and she would go into protect mode but as soon as the "its OK" command came out she was fine with them being in our tent.  I did eventually teach her it was OK to take treats from people and that people were respectful of her.  She was a dog we had to manage but I would not take back a second of it.  You do not know how many times I was told "I would not have that dog" but my reply was always "I would not live without her".  She was very true to the Aussie standard in many ways.  I could go on and on about how I managed her but I do not want to bore you :-)

Dogs like Tess and Daca should never be expected to be something they are not.  If Daca continues to be so similar to Tess her new family needs to embrace her for who she is.  They will get in return more loyalty and dedication than they have ever known.   I was glad to read they have signed up for classes and hopefully this trainer has some experience in acceptance and teaching the owners how to make the fears manageable.  It is great to try to work the fears away but sometimes we as trainers have to accept a dog for what they are and roll with it not against it. . .


. . . I hope for Daca they do stick with her...it will pay off ten fold no doubt about it!! 

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Right Choices

Daiquiri with Rocky

So a number of you have been too kind with your comments on the blog or sending private emails and Facebook messages. How is Dacky doing? How are you?

Because of this, I thought I would update you. We're both doing well. Why is this?

The aggressive "I WANT THAT PUPPY" home I mentioned before is clearly not the right home for her, the more this woman says to me. They need an older, started dog and while I am not sure they realize it yet, I do. I'm still not quite sure why the woman wants Daca and not any of the nice Aussies listed on Working Aussie Source or Tracey's website (Tracey being Fury's breeder - she has a couple puppies by Fury's brother Ice-T available), except perhaps that well . . . let's face it, Daca is flipping adorable. But if you're serious about needing a stockdog for your cattle operation, I'm not sure that should be your deciding factor. It wasn't an accident that my litter is cute cute cute, but it shouldn't be someone's priority. It's just the result of my personal taste being able to match up with what I want to contribute to the stockdog/Aussie genepool.

I do have another home inquiry (that was a bit too late in finding us and still out of state) whom I love, and she's started reading this blog, so hi there. She so clearly gets Daca's personality and likes her because she shares my personal taste on all fronts - working style, looks, and lines. I've enjoyed meeting her and have a feeling that we'll be good friends before long.

Some of you guys wrote to remind me that the decision wasn't entirely mine - Yishai was supportive of the Sibleys and the Sibleys so very clearly know what they have and it was their idea to take her home in the first place. Everyone has a choice here, so yup, I'm happy now. I called them up yesterday and we had a discussion and the Sibleys say that barring her deciding to become truly aggressive toward people, she's staying there. I think between Shelly, myself, and her training program Daca will be fine.

Also, look up - who looks happy? Who likes her new big sister? 

So yup, I'm fine.

The funny thing about this is I keep telling ya'll that I don't think I'll breed again because I am way too neurotic. But placing the blame squarely where it lies - with not enough home placement and screening experience - is important. I did Aussie rescue for four years when I was in college, but that was a while ago, and even then, it wasn't a lot of Aussies coming through my hands. A lot of "I live three hours away and if you don't come get this dog, I am putting it down tomorrow." (And my reaction, because I am not a bleeding heart was, "Well, I haven't met the dog, so right now, it's just a dog. You wanna be like that, fine. Your friend's blood is squarely on your hands.") Not so much in the way of matching homes up.

So this has got me to thinking that (1) in honor of having contributed more dogs to the world, (2) because I recently got a request from someone in SLO for a rescue dog, (3) there is a way to get more experience  . . . I am seriously contemplating becoming a rep for Aussie rescue again. I don't know if my time schedule can allow that right now, but the thought of running for the ASCA Board again with a new goal in mind keeps coming to me and really, I need to stop thinking about that one.

The reason is this - the interactions I've had with people since the beginning of this tell me something: that breeding this litter was the right choice. I know my dog and my lines are not popular locally for the most part for a few reasons, but I also know that there is a market for what I'm producing. It's why I did it. And that in that market, there isn't really anyone out there working on what I am. My mentor, Terry Martin of Slash V, is certainly producing nice cattle dogs still (as are others with lines similar to mine), but my particular style of dog is stamped all over this litter - their looks, their temperaments, what I wanted to see in the pedigree, etc. In having to say "no" to people for whatever reason, I always try to help them find a dog, but most people don't want what I'm offering to them as a consolation. They want what I have, and I actually feel bad about not having any more puppies to offer. That's cool. I still hang on to the fact that there was some healthy interest from respected stockdog judges and breeders, but that either the price was too high (shipping plus my puppies weren't cheap as making them wasn't cheap) or the color not right, or whatever . . . but that they liked what I produced, the pedigree, and the way I raised them.

So yeah, I updated my website today - Daca's no longer available and the litter page says I'm taking names for a waitlist. If it fills in two years, I may repeat the breeding (If, God willing, everyone stays sound and wonderful and if Ben's around and Anne will have me). I don't plan on trying to breed Rippa until she is much older (5-7 seems like a good age), and even then, Yishai is not sure he's keen on doing it. Pregnancy was hard on Fury - a lot of grumbling and grunting. I am not too worried about that, though. I pointed out that after she's been totally revitalized, likes playing with dogs (and that hasn't happened since she was 2 years old and got dog piled a couple times), is a fabulous mother, etc. He also still regularly says that raising the litter with me is one of the best things he's ever done. I may have even started fantasizing about who I'd go to . . . and no, I am not telling you. :)

Anyway, today I am pretty clear, now that everyone is in loving homes that are bringing out every ounce of potential in the best way they know how (apparently Piper got a free ride to a third puppy kindergarten - Bekka says the other classes don't have play time and Pipes loves her playtime), I think they're aces, and I think I have done right by everyone on a micro level and right by the breed on a macro level.

Yup, we're happy.