It's been a long time since I even thought about catching up. We've been thru a bout of kennel cough, a breeding over the Labor Day weekend, a cancellation of the root canal b/c I can endure the pain but not the expense ($1200 or $2400), out of town visitors (FUN), etc., etc. So here we are past the time for wearing white shoes (who would anyway???) and now MAYBE cooler nights without the a/c.
The breeding was somewhat convoluted inasmuch as I didn't do the planned one, but ended up punting. It's not a bad combination AT ALL, even if the expense and time required of Pam I. in trying to get it right was a tax for everyone. Apologies to her, most of all. Turns out the semen sent from Memphis by FedEx on Friday arrived by noon on Saturday, but when we attempted to use it on Sunday evening, all four test slides (more than usual just to make sure) showed dead sperm by the end of a minute! What to do now??? Dr. Ana said to do yet another progesterone test the next morning and we could use the frozen sperm of one of the dogs I have stored, so I chose Albert -- Escape Wizard Can CH BonaVenture's Albert. He's Bc. That means unless Peaches has inherited a chocolate gene from her grandfather, the entire litter will be black, some BB, some By and MAYBE some Bc or Cc, or however they put it scientifically. I don't care as long as there is a spectacular black girl to keep and lots of folks wanting black pups over the holiday season....and of course, pups that are healthy and full of the wonderful temperaments of their mom and pop (MINUS the gene for escape under any chain link fence found within inches of its nose). Peaches is a FABULOUS girl and we'll miss her when she has to go back to her home in Waco, GA, although I'm sure they miss her now every bit as much as we will then.
Okay, now I have two wonderful things to look forward to: The St. Louis Labrador Specialty when I can take Boogie and go see my dear "family" up there for a few days. Darcie and Anthony called during the Braves game Monday night to rub my nose into the loss to the Cardinals. We decided the next good time for a get-together would be that November Specialty, which I hadn't thought about but took right to the idea. Will probably enter Boogie and go up a day before so she can be roped into line by the likes of a professional (instead of me) and maybe show better than her mother ever did. They are practically clones of each other except Boogie takes after her name and is about as outgoing as any Labrador ever can get.
The second wonderful thing is that my financial advisors have me believing since the property dispute and the real estate market are so unpredictable, my best move to be nearer my family in Denver is to spend more time out there at a time instead of just a week or two. The Peaches/Albert pups will be going out the week before Christmas, so I now have reservations for Denver on Christmas Eve for a month! What a thought!!!! Can't wait, but will be patient and keep trying to get this place in order for possible marketing in the Spring.
The black pups from Garbo/Monkey are coming along famously. Of course, this is the time where tails look like rats, ears get too big and heads seem to shrink, rears get high and tail sets get low, and a pup seems to be unable to coordinate any set of bones in movement. I like this sort of development b/c it is NORMAL. These guys will come back together by the time they are a year, but in the meantime, their temperaments are to die for. I'm delighted to have had calls from owners of the siblings which cement this diagnosis....both parents donated their loving and sparkling temperaments to the get and I'm delighted with that result.
Garbo will be going to Canada to Joyce Love as soon as we can figure out how to handle it. She will do well up there and probably produce good things for Joyce. Then Garbo will be retired to a pet home and live the rest of her life in the style to which she thinks she deserves.
Meantime it's time to switch the dog crates from inside (no a/c to enjoy now that cooler days and nights are coming along) to the dog porch, which means a whole day of cleaning and rearranging tools, dust, equipment, etc. I better get to it....
Today is September 11. Nine years. Everyone has a story. I was emerging from Dr. Connolly's vet office where two pick Mariah pups were having their hips repaired so they could go to pet homes. That day will live forever in the minds of those who endured it with horror and pride in the strength of the United States of America in a time of peril. I will spend several moments today in quiet mourning for those in the Pentagon, in the field in PA, and of course, in NYC. I'll light three candles on the front porch at twilight and sit and think about all that has happened since then and the courage and heroism of those who were closer than I to that day. As with all who lived thru that day, worry about family, friends, acquaintances and all those who were trying so valiantly to help, we remember and pledge not to let something so horrific happen again. Strength in our values and our faiths will prevail. Those fanatics of a religion who do such despicable acts in the name of their god will not. MsP
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Thanks for the update. My Rhett is very outgoing too! He sticks his nose into everyones business at the beach. This is our last week in paradise! It is cool here but still swam in the ocean today. Rhett even swam out to me in the surf. I didn't coax him.. guess he is trying to either save me or remind me that it was past 5 which is his dinner hour!
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