Nearly a fortnight since I last logged in and a lot of water has passed under the bridge. My Mum finally home from hospital and the sad passing on of my husband's Grandmother which was sudden but not a shock, as she was just short of 90 years old.
The first body of water that I'm going to tackle is Crufts 2013. As the title of my blog may suggest "Am I bovvered !" or should I say "Should I be bovvered with the Kennel Club." They bowed to the Breed Clubs or are we to believe in 12 months that the 15 high profile breeds have got their houses in order. I watched the first day and saw the Hound group and the Basset and Bloodhound it could be seen both had reddness to the eyes indicating ectropion or entropion or even both conditions of the eye.
Then I watched the Toy Group and the King Charles going forward to the final of Crufts. So with this group win, showing support for breeding severally deformed dogs. I may not gain many friends saying this, but in my world breeding a dog with a flat face or such a short face, thus making it struggle to regulate its body temperature, in breeding a dog with a severe deformity is wrong. We know now how important it is for a dog to have a certain ammount of length to its muzzle and we know that dogs that have flat faces suffer at a lot higher level with health problems with breathing, controlling temperature, brain and skull problems and eye problems. So do we stop breeding dogs like this ? The answer is "obviously not" and at Crufts if you get the measure of deformity right, you will get a prize for it and if a male dog you will make a pretty penny from studding this dog and if a bitch, her pups will sell at a premium.
Now I liked the dog that won Crufts, the Petit Basset Griffon Vendeen because covered in mud running around a field this dog looks like a dog and could pass for just a mutt. I know someone who has one of these and they are really nice characters.
This year the Kennel Club decided to hold the final of Scrufts at Crufts. Now don't get me started on the name Scrufts, what fun mixing the word scruffy and crufts, we should be garteful for the few crumbs the purest throw us. Scrufts is a fun mixed and crossbreed dog competition with qualifiers run up and down the country with the final normally held at Discover Dogs, Earls Court later in the year. I have in the past questioned why it should not be held at Crufts and by the back lash of the purests, I now know why it has not been done until now.
Wow !, did the pure breeders get upset about this and apparently lit up Twitter with much vitriol against the Kennel Club for joining the final of Scrufts with their quest for the holy grail, a ribbon from Crufts. So now Crufts is a bit more like the FA cup, it don't matter what league your in, you get a chance at a ribbon at Crufts.
Now I gather the purests disgust was mainly vented at the financial investment they put in to producing a champion. Now the winner of Scrufts 2013 will leave with its owner much the same as it came but you qualify a pure breed dog for crufts it will up stud fees for your dog or the price of a puppy from your bitch, so the winners of the pure classes at Crufts will of left this year being worth more in pounds and pence for their owners and believe me there is big money thrown around at the top end of the purest dog market. Male dogs can be big earners especially now artificial insemmination is being accepted on a world breeding stage for dogs.
Crufts should be a stage that all dogs can be seen and the enjoyment of owning a dog should be shared regardless of parentage. Now I am an assured breeder with the Kennel Club for breeding Cavaliers and recently they have added some more rules to their assured agreement, which are vet checking pups and keeping records of breeding dogs such as heat cycles, litters and recording name and addresses of people you sell pups to etc. All these things I do already, so no problem there but I recently rang the Kennel Club asking if there was any point to me being an Assured member still due to the fact I was now only crossbreeding for the forseable future and they don't have a crossbreed register, not one that records parentage of crossbreeds. Now I then got told that any dogs I breed because I am an Assured breeder should be registered with them and that my crossbreed pups should be registered with them. I replyed "they are not pure Cavaliers and I am only registered as an Assured Breeder of Cavaliers and you don't have a cross breed or mix breed register." The lady then said, "We have the Activity register for cross breeds." I replyed "the Activity register is really for people wishing to compete in agility, flyball etc. Its not a register for the breeding of a dog and you won't record the breeding of my dog, so it seems you are getting money from me for nothing." Then I went on to say "As I read my Assured Agreement it only is for my breeding of pure Cavaliers and I will not register my crossbreed pups on your Activity register, it brings nothing to the table for me or my dogs but as you are telling me if I don't do this I am breaking my agreement with you which I don't believe is the case, so it might be best if I withdraw my membership of the KC Assured breeder Scheme." Then she asked that I write to the Kennel Club with my concerns and said "That there is talk of a crossbreed register in the future." I hope this is the case and I will be getting down to writing to the Kennel Club and challenge being told I have to register my cross breed pups with them when I am only an Assured Breeder pure Cavaliers. My renewal of membership is June or not as the case may well be.
I think we can move on now after my Crufts rant for the year and this last Tuesday saw me setting of with Ysobel and Dolly just after 6 am to Bristol for their MRI scans. I went on my own with them and found the Downs Veterinary Clinic without getting lost and without a sat nav. The night before I set off I had a crash course in how to use my husband's mobile phone, as I don't use one and I needed it, so they could ring me when the girls where ready to leave the vets. For the MRI scan the dogs are fully anesthetized, so I dropped them of around 8 am and was told it would be after midday to pick them back up. Due to it being so windy and cold I had knocked the idea of going for a walk with some of our other dogs, so found a cafe just outside Bristol and had a big breakfast, toast and marmalade the works and done something I have not done for a while, read a news paper, well read it without falling asleep or hearing the words "Mum, can you help me." I must of looked very content, as two gentlemen sat opposite me commented on the fact saying to me, "You look like you really enjoyed that." I replied with a most definite "Yes" and then had a good laugh in conversation with these two gentlemen, who I think where father and son, they did tell me they are baliffs, the size of both of them I was not going to dispute this fact. The older one told me a funny joke which I have heard before and is not a bad joke but also is a joke that shows how we can see things so differently. The joke envolves a dog, so I think its allowable and it is a clean one, so I will have a go at telling it.
Young lad goes off to buy a sheep dog and ends up in a farm yard and the farmer says, "I've got just the dog for you and it can walk on water." So the young lad goes, "Show me this dog." So the farmer picks up a stick, calls and throws the stick out onto a pond. Around a corner of a shed appears a sheep dog and he tiptoes across the pond and brings the stick back to the farmer. The young lad gets very excited and says "I''ll take him, my Dads going to be so proud of me."
The young lad arrives home with the sheep dog and his Dad asks if he found a dog and the young lad goes "Dad, watch this !" The young lad picks up a stick, calls and throws the a stick out on to the pond and the dog tiptoes out over the water and retrieves the stick. The young lad's Dad turns to him and say's "Son you've been conned. That dog can't swim !"
Luckily the vets must of took pity on me being the furthest away of the dogs they where scanning and just before midday, I got a phone call from them to pick the two girls up and got home just after 2pm. Will not know any thing for a day or two, as the scans are sent to the British Veterinary Association (BVA) to be looked at by a board of vets and its around a four weeks turnaround for results.
All the dogs are well at the moment and we finally have a break in bitches on heat as Primrose has now just gome off heat, so now the two boys can be back full time in the pack. We are now just waiting on Dolly any day now to come on heat.
The weather here is up and down, with one minute doors open sun flooding in with the dogs catching the rays. Then the next minute,batten down the hatches against the chilly wind. Today its dark and damp.
I will be intouch with peoples number on the waiting list, as have now got replies back , so will hope to do over the weekend.
Just a bit of fun to end on. Last week a very old pair of my trouser's ripped at the knee. Now I am one for comfort and I have a hat I wear milking that is now coming up to 20 years old and I have repaired to almost new several times and I know of some who covet my hat and if it disappeared I would know where to look. Lol. Any way I wrote a poem about the trouser crisis,
The Trouser Crisis !
I have little use for a diamond ring,
but hand me a pair of comfortable trousers
Well, thats another thing
I've had a crisis, you see !
A faithful servant, my trousers have ripped at the knee
To discard such comfort in the bin,
would truely feel like commiting a sin.
So, gently I place them on the table,
with my needle, threaded, ready and able
In I go, patch and pink thread
and resuscitate them from the near dead
Averting near disaster,
with a patch as big as any plaster
Wipe the sweat from my brow,
I think I've done now
As good as new,
with a little added character too !
“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
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
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.