:The pups from the hogyard…

While I’m spending my weekend home, enjoying the beautiful fall days in and out of the house, Ginny, Christi and Tammy are in Pueblo with three of the dogs that were raised in Ginny’s hogyard. Her description, not mine! Cayenne and Seth’s puppies spent the first three weeks of their lives in Ginny’s bedroom, a huge airline crate next to her bed as their den. The puppies – Willis, Tango, Goliath, Ruby, Chloe and Ethan – moved to a large pen Ginny and Kim set up in the living room. Big. The centerpiece of the room. The puppies were exposed to Ginny’s skin care clients coming and going. They were exposed to daily visits from the UPS driver, picking up or delivering packages for Kim’s business. For the puppies it was a perfect situation for socialization, exposure to commotion, their physical and mental well-being. It was a great situation for humans to enjoy the the antics of puppies. Given that puppies are eating, sleeping, pooping machines Ginny and Kim named the setup The Hogyard.

The puppies’ registered names came from a combination of ‘time’ and ‘dance’. Cayenne’s registered name is Champion FFT Dance ’til Dawn. Seth, of course, is Champion FFT It’s Five O’clock Somewhere. Ginny will have to comment on Goliath’s registered name. Rose’s two boys, Willis and Tango, are FFT Bruce is Dancin’ in the Dark and FFT Tango at Five O’clock. Christi’s Ruby is FFT Two Step on Tuesday. Ginny’s Ethan and Chloe are FFT Midnight Flamenco Dancer and FFT ChaCha at Sunset. Two years old this coming November 24, Ethan, Chloe and Ruby are the dogs from The Hogyard in Pueblo this weekend.

Now, I must tell a story, possibly a confession. Ah, what the heck, why not?! The blog is for sharing, including a look into the life of a breeder. There are things, often difficult things, that are hard about being a mentor. With one exception, I remain friends with the people I’ve mentored. That one exception was a life-long lesson to trust myself. But that’s a whole ‘nother story…

Ginny has been to a number of shows by herself, but this weekend was different. At least it was for me. The Sunday afternoon of the LACCC weekend the other local exhibitors decided to build a major at the Pueblo shows. Ginny was asked/invited to join them. I was not. Not a surprise. On the one hand, I was delighted Ginny was included in a cooperative group effort outside of FFT. On the other hand…well…let me just say, based on experience, I had concerns. My teaching methods, canine and human, usually focus on encouragement. Trying to stay positive, here’s an excerpt from a You Go Girl!! email to Ginny:

That I often win when I show up skews perspectives. If questions are raised in your mind, seeds of doubt planted, simply ask me. Here’s a benign example. Many years ago XXX told people the FFT dogs were champions because we built our own majors out of state. You know as well as I that’s not true. Yes, we build a major now and then; example, this past April in Seward. We built it because we could, not because that’s what we need to do to finish dogs. None of us, including me or Julie had a clue which dogs would win the points there. Our dogs’ records stand for themselves, as you’ve seen for yourself these past several years.

Of course, those records, those wins, presented a problem for Julie a year ago August in MN. Other exhibitors became ‘chilly’ towards us by Saturday. Sunday, the only person that acknowledged us was YYY, complimenting me, congratulating me on beautiful Moonie. Julie’s integrity, her work for the club and the Specialty shows were questioned by some club members. She backed out of having anything to do with putting on the Specialty. What happened this year? Our dogs – two different dogs – won BW three of the four days. It has nothing to do with ‘politics’ and everything to do with the quality of the dogs, the conditioning and training, and presentation.
Yesterday afternoon with great excitment in her voice, Tammy phoned. Ruby won Best of Breed over two Champions for her first points! Ethan won Winners Dog and Best of Opposite Sex over the male Champion, earning a 4pt. major! Because Ruby was also Best of Winners she, too, picked up a 4pt major! Wow! Awesome! I am still excited for all of them!
Each and every one of them, canine and human, has worked hard, applying what’s been learned, what’s been taught. As co-breeder/co-owner of The Hogyard Showdogs I’m tickled,. As a mentor such successes are extra rewarding, the icing on the cake.
Being stacked as little puppies by breeder Ginny, Ethan…
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And Ruby…
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:and how do we know if they get too thin?

Some weeks ago…probably several months ago, Susan sent this…

As you know, I was concerned that both Raji and Sammy had gotten too fat.
And they had.   Now I am guessing that they are both down to around 16
pounds (from about 19 or so)
Now they are thin, and I am wondering what the signs would be if they
were to start getting too thin?
Is there something I can look for to know if I need to start adding more
to their meals?

I do remember a few months back seeing a dog at the groomers that I
thought looked “too thin”, so maybe I’d just notice.
On the other hand,I really didn’t notice that they were getting too fat
until it was a done deal, so…

My search for a fun graphic quickly lead me to this…

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Painted by – and used with her permission – Lisa Ballard of Dream Dog Paintings, it accompanied an article titled A Dog’s Life by Vivienne Baillie Gerritsen pertaining to IGF1 (insulin-like growth factor 1). Not that the article has a thing to do with answering Susan’s questions, but I love how science is combined with art!

Susan, I feel the ribs to monitor each dog’s weight. You should be able to feel the ribs without poking or pushing, particularly the back two ribs. Each time the dog is groomed I note whether the amount fed is working or if I need to increase or decrease the portion. Just like people, a thin dog is generally healthier.


:Ah! Warmth!

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Like Lawrence, Laura was one of mom’s cats. Mom had three groups of cats. Her house cats. Her grooming shop cats. Her barn cats. The house cats lived 24/7/365 in the house. The grooming shop cats were free to come and go. The barn cats lived outside 24/7/356.

Laura was a house cat. She’s been my house cat since mom died eleven years ago. Our house is heated with a combination of things, the ratio varies depending on the year and our mood. It’s a pain-in-the-@$$ to heat with a wood stove. It’s labor intensive. It’s messy. The indoor pollutants are probably really bad. But there’s nothing like the warmth! Roasty! Toasty!

Our house is small and simple. The main living area is open and includes the living room, dining room and kitchen. The wood stove sits in that room. The master bedroom, the only bedroom these days, has french doors which open to the living room. These rooms are all easily kept warm with the wood stove.

Sitting down a hallway from the main living area, the bathroom and library are another story. A bit chilly. Last year we incorporated two small space heaters; one for the bathroom, one for the library. Last Sunday I found Laura basking in the heat. Ah! Warmth!


:Obama Wins Election in Landslide

And his daughters get that new puppy! I’m not much into politics. As I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion, I’m a cynic. My senses of humor contain sarcasm. Right now I’m excited. The people of this country spoke. To quote President-Elect Obama quoting Abraham Lincoln:

“Government of the people, by the people, for the people.”

Now that the people have given the Democrats the go ahead from the White House to Congress, I’m going to envision them taking the ball and running with it for the benefit of the people, the ordinary people. Hey! Why not! Who’da thought this – which has been my desktop screen for months – would have come true!

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:Make a difference! Get out there and vote!!

Ginny sent this…

Remember that you are also voting for officials and laws in your state as well.

Polls open at 7am

Why do we vote on a Tuesday… in November?

The short answer: We used to be a nation of farmers. 

The long answer: Congress chose November because the harvest was over and the weather wouldn’t be bad enough to prevent people from traveling.

As for Tuesday, people used to have to travel overnight to their polling location. (In 1845, horse was the preferred method of transport.) In an effort to avoid religious days of rest, Congress chose Tuesday, leaving Monday and Wednesday as travel days. Tuesday was voting (and horse-resting) day.