Our son Alfie took these photos of Lily and Bumble watching and waiting for my return from the morning milking yesterday.
Got this lovely little update for Mojo just over a week ago, who was from Lucy's litter of Cavapoo's born December 2011.
"Hi - 6 years ago we bought our puppy Mojo from you. I thought you'd like to know that he's doing very well and much loved - everyone we meet admires him and says he's the friendliest dog they have ever met. I attach a picture."
"Many thanks for a fantastic dog,
David and Nicola Theobald"
"Hello David and Nicola,
thank you so much for letting me know that at 6 years old Mojo has been and is still such a wonderful addition to your family. I remember Nicola well and talking about you living in Twickenham near the rugby stadium and of course there is only one Mojo. His Mum Lucy is enjoying a wonderful retirement with Judith and Tony who update me on how she is Festive Greetings from one of the old girls Lucy and Blenheim Lucy update: "Her heart murmur has got no worse" Mojo's Dad Reggie is really well and top dog in our pack at 7 years old Just Reggie
Thanks again. Really kind of you to get in touch.
Kind regards from us all at Poundlane
Great to see the Australian Veterinary Association (AVA) campaign Love is Blind gathering steam. The ANKC counter campaign is a joke. They could not even bother to reply when Karen Hedberg BVSc, an Australian vet who is also Chair of the ANKC's Canine Health and Wellbeing Committee made false unsubstantiated claims in an article about BOAS Australian National KC dig in.
The Bulldog breeder in the video is a classic example of breed blindness and I have no doubt she loves the breed, the whole ideology behind the breed, winning in the show ring with her breed, but somewhere under the lumbering mess she calls a breed is a dog, and I certainly would question whether she loves dogs?
Photos taken yesterday just after eating lunch of a blossoming Blottie (now just over 5 weeks pregnant) lying beside me, sat down with the father Ernest and Grandfather Toby (Ernest's Dad) to the litter of the pups she is carrying, lying on my lap. Lily, Ernest's sister joins us in one of the photos.
Yesterday for a quick lunch we rustled up Easy sausage carbonara which lead to a lot of licking of plates.
Took Henry and Ernest up Kingsford Hill woods for a run yesterday afternoon and our son tried to catch some action photos of them together. It's obvious that he needs a better lens to capture photos of the dogs out and about. Christmas is coming.
Henry is Blottie's Dad and Ernest is the father to the litter of pups Blottie is carrying. Henry and Ernest are really good mates, and Ernest surprises us how well he can keep up with Henry when they are out.
Lily sits between on her right her Dad Toby and her paternal Auntie Jessica (Toby's sister) and on her left her brother Ernest and their Mum Treacle. Ernest is the father of the litter Blottie is carrying.
Some brownies and sticky buns for the colder and darker days as we head in to Winter
On Saturday Blottie will be 5 weeks since her last mating. She was mated over four days, so she is somewhere in the region of 5 weeks pregnant and each day now you can see she is blossoming.
Got given a couple of good sized pheasant cock birds the other day. Older birds that avoided the guns last year, but unfortunately made the mistake of deciding where I milk that the maize silage pit is a good place to eat and shit. So they got picked off by the farmer I work for with his rifle. They would not known much about it. One was a clean shot right thru the head.
Pheasants can get a pain on farms around silage pits and feed troughs. A few years ago when my brother-in-law still kept a few sheep on his dairy farm. He had two ewes take ill and die. It turned out to be a strain of salmonella. which was traced by ministry inspectors to the pheasant shit being left around his sheep's feed troughs.
I had some venison in the freezer needing to be used up. So found this recipe A Winter-Busting Game Stew on the internet that is a Venison and pheasant casserole to try. I must admit it was very nice and everyone was happy to tuck in, which is good, as I did enough up for two sittings.
Casper has settled in really well since he arrived the end of September Just a new man in my life.
The expectant Blottie lies in front of her Mum Smudge (7 years old) and Grandmother Millie (nearly 10 years old)
Blottie is now just over 4 weeks pregnant and the photos were taken of her last night. She had a patch of hair clipped off her stomach to be scanned on Friday which enables you to see that she has now an obvious filling developing in her abdominal area (she is normally much more tucked, even when relaxed), which at this stage would indicate she is carrying a good size litter. Her nipples are also beginning to stand away from her tummy and look more pink.
Blottie's Mum Smudge and Dad Henry asleep together in front of our woodburner.
Our daughter Molly decided to take photos of me having breakfast this morning and then Blottie and Henry joining me to enjoy a good back rub, Just look at the bliss on their faces and also mine.
We have had a lot of rain over night and it's nearly midday and it's still dank and damp. The video is of most of the pack in the utility after their morning run out with me and they had just all had a rub down with the towels on the floor, as they were very wet and muddy. Next thing on the agenda was to feed them after Henry telling how "Woof" the weather is here today. Notice at the end of the video Treacle tries to mount Blottie. I have noticed over the years that pregnant bitches can often have the other dogs try to mount them after smelling their back end. Must be something to do with the hormonal smells they are emitting during pregnancy. Then notice a rather naughty Reggie try mounting his daughter Treacle, but she soon tells him, "No" and he heeds her telling.
Just got back from the vets and in between picking up the two youngest from school and going off milking this evening, a quick blog to say, "Blottie is most definitely in pups." The vet thinks at least five, but from manual palpation I would say, "There could be more than five. Maybe six or seven. Dare I say it, "maybe even eight."" Will be interesting to see which of the methods is closest. Modern scanning or old fashion manual palpation. She has a text book uterus easily felt due to her being a fit and slim dog. Her full uterus horns can be easily felt and it feels like at least three to four pups in each horn, but we will see. Four healthy pups, born easily would be just fine, anything else above that is always a bonus in my books.
The photos are of the expectant Blottie and father to the litter she is carrying Ernest, taken this morning.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.