Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thank goodness for puppies!!! Thanksgivukkah tomorrow

The skies are blue for today and tomorrow and the old curmudgeon is getting better from a horrid bug.  Thank goodness!

Pip's brats are growing up.  They now growl, and this morning attacked PIP'S food!!!!  That gave Pip a bit of motivation to eat her own food, even though the babies were probably only smelling it!





Francie's puppies are just now opening their eyes.  Sweet little fat babies.  Francie is wondering when she can wean them and have her cushy life back being an only child!!!  I told Nancy that Francie WILL be groomed when she comes to my house!











Happy Thanksgivukkah!  From the Curmudgeon and the Elwha Pack

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

11/12/13

Francie's day!!!
Francie had her litter today and she is now the proud mother of four boys.  One of those four is a blue.  Nice babies, sucking and eating to beat the band.  Pictures tomorrow.
Pip and her puppies are happy and healthy.  Weights today:  Dish  12.25 oz.
                                                                                           Seven 13 oz
                                                                                           Froggie 11.75 oz
                                                                                           Fandango  11.25 oz
                                                                                           Manta  14.25 oz.
They are growing up!!!



The puppies were hiding behind the banana tree, the hibiscus and scenting Pip!!!  Whatdya know!!!!!
More tomorrow.
Curmudgeonville!

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Day AFTER Election Day

Nov. 6, 2013
Today, during the lunchtime break at the office, Pip had her litter.  She was packed tightly in a lopsided arrangement.  I guessed three puppies because I didn't want to be disappointed if there weren't five.  It was hard to tell.  She had three boys and two girls today, all grizzles.  The girls seem to be darker than the boys.
All seem healthy and are nursing like champs.  Pip is, of course, a natural mother.  Since this is her first litter, she was a bit mystified at what was happening, but soon decided this was a GOOD happening.  She is taking to this well.  So are the puppies.
All of the pups weighed around 7 oz. but one and he was last and weighted 8 1/8 oz.
Pip had a bit of steak for dinner tonight and is eating a bit of bait too.  She never did stop eating much at all and never got horridly picky like some of my girls have done, most notably her great grandmother, Lil.
I'll put pictures on the blog tomorrow.  Just wanted to tell you that they were born.
I think that their names will be, in order of birth, Dish, a girl, Seven, a boy, Froggie, second boy, Fandango, second girl, and Manta, the third boy.  Those names may seem too silly or cumbersome and may well be changed, but at present, that is what they are.  Baby names seldom follow the dogs when they are grown up!  Just so you know.

Tuesday was Election Day, but Pip waited until Wednesday

Pip had her puppies yesterday, Nov. 6, 2013, her first litter.  She drove me nuts waiting for the birth.  She acted as if she were not pregnant during the entire time, jumping in and out of the car to the end, up and off of my high bed, clear to the end, in front of the door to be let back in, etc.  I was horridly afraid of her tearing placentas off uterine walls.  I gained even more grey hairs during this wait!  I don't think she intentionally was trying to drive me crazy, but she did a pretty good job of it!  (I didn't have far to go, so that does make a difference.) 

Anyway, Terrie sent this to me because we had talked about Election names....  Elwha's A Chicken In Every Pot, Vote for Elwha, etc.  Just fun, make me smile stuff.  Check this out, what Terrie sent yesterday after the babies were born!
Anyway, I have to brag on Pip.  She acted on Tuesday evening at Nosework class as if she were not even pregnant and worked like my usual dynamite girl.  Wednesday morning her temp was down so I figured it was THE day.  She started into labor gently by maybe 10:00 AM and at 12:33 had the first baby, a girl.  Then she had a couple of boys, then another girl and finally the last boy.  He weighed the most, 8 1/8 oz.  The others all weighed 7+ oz, but right around 7 oz.  Quite a healthy litter and I could NOT tell that she had five puppies in there!  I guess that she packed them in tightly and that is probably what saved them from having the placentas separate when she was doing her Olympic jumping, too tight to move, as Nikki pointed out!

She was helped along in her marathon puppy delivery by a 14 oz carton of Haagen Daas Vanilla Ice Cream.  She ate the entire thing and had all of those puppies DURING THE LUNCH PERIOD.  She didn't interrupt one patient visit!!!!!!!  How's that for a champ?!!!!!  She is turning into a perfect mom too after seeming a tad confused when the kids started coming out!  "Hey Mom, what IS this?!!!!!!!!," she seemed to be projecting from her cute face.

We DID get some sleep last night.  Up and down when the squeakers squeaked to plug them back onto the nipples, but they did pretty darn well.  Pip did extremely well and has been eating all the way along.  Today she isn't touching kibble, but is eating training treats and steak.  (Who wouldn't?!!)

OK.  I know I'll get hung from the rafters if I don't put some pictures on.  Hold on while I go take some.



Time for the Old Curmudgeon to get back to work!
Until next time!
c

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Fur Kids? Paw Parents?

Does language modify behavior or does behavior modify language? Are laws arising as a result of changes in our language, expressions and words, which have, in turn, altered our attitudes toward animals?

Words have crept into our vocabulary that is increasingly being reflected in the dog/owner relationship. Transformed words and expressions are placing different emphases on animal shelters, rehoming organizations and the rehomed dogs, often to the detriment of that relationship.

Are we, who daily fight to maintain the right to own animals, too harsh on those who are anthropomorphizing their dogs by how they use language??

Recently, I posed those questions to a group of thoughtful animal anti-animal rightist activists, and it was a match that ignited a bonfire. There was frustration --such as how the word “breeder” is now used to debase decent people. “Profit” has developed such a negative connotation that breeders defensively insist that they lose money on each pup. While talking in social media, breeders can no longer discuss their dogs living in ‘kennels,’ but the dogs must now live in ‘dog rooms.’ The ‘compassionate’ reader wonders about expressions like “pet quality,” and questions why all dogs aren’t the same, and about why one dog is favored over the other.

The group members expressed concern about animal rights groups using words to harm us, yet, well-meaning breeders use the very same words until they become familiar and are constantly used in everyday conversations. One person related how she heard a breeder call another person a ‘greeder,’ because of the number of litters she had that year. Everybody has heard another breeder called by the infamous “mill” word.

The group was frustrated by the increasing anthropomorphizing language used by dog owners, not only for “pocket dogs” and “stroller dogs,” but also by those in the breeding community. It has become a vocabulary that is increasingly, deliberately blurring the lines between animal and human. We questioned when this phenomenon began, as even the younger people in the group couldn’t remember their mothers referring to themselves ‘pawparents,’ ‘pet parents,’ or calling their dogs ‘furkids.’ The trend seems to have appeared in the early ‘90’s at about the same time that Animal Rights groups were gaining ground in the media and impacting our lives.

The group discussed words that increasingly anthropomorphize dogs, which should be anathema to a breeder, as it reduces the worthy and historic interest in producing quality animals to cartoon characters such as Pongo, Augie and Snoopy. Some of the words mentioned, not in any special order of distaste: Pet Parent, Furkid, (Fur anything), Paw Parents, Furever Home, Foster Mom, Best Friend, Family Member, and my Baby. There are now even dictionary definitions for most of those words; they have become so ingrained in dog owner culture. Furkid, for example is often defined as, “A pet (normally a cat or dog) that the owner treats as if it were a child.” Modern Dog Magazine wrote that “These words blur the divide between humans and other animals in our society, muddying the comfortably clear-cut distinction we’ve set between the roles and rights of each.” http://moderndogmagazine.com/articles/furkids/12550#sthash.dQXnEDYW.dpuf

The recent dictionary definitions of some words are changing to reflect these damaging alterations. When looking up a simple word such as companion, the older dictionary versions define the word as “one that accompanies another: comrade, associate; also: one that keeps company with another” (Merriam Webster). A more recent Google Web definition becomes, “a person or animal with whom one spends a lot of time or with whom one travels.” An even stronger change is in the word zoophile. “Zoophile — n. a person who is devoted to animals and their protection from practices such as vivisection” Collins English Dictionary. More recent definitions assign some form of sexual attraction to animals to  the word. There are many other examples of how actual formal definitions are being altered to reflect a growing change in how animals are perceived.

These are the terms used by those well-intentioned, admirable folks who rehome dogs and who want to invoke sympathy for the animals that are found homeless or in a situation that requires removal. However, words like “rescue” (“Rescue: when someone or something is rescued from danger: a daring rescue at sea”) becomes a term for any dog or animal that is in a shelter for any reason at all. It has become that now, when a person buys a dog from a perfectly safe rehoming organization or shelter, they add “rescue” to the name as if “rescue dog” was an actual breed. If asked by a stranger what their dog is, the first response is often, “Oh, he’s a rescue dog,“ or “I rescued him from the shelter.” There are certainly cases where dogs are rescued -- the dogs pulled from the Katrina floodwaters, from absolutely abusive environments, etc. -- however, most dogs in shelters or rehoming organizations are no longer in danger; they are safe, no longer needing to be “rescued.”

While ‘adopt’ can be applied many ways, the first definition will always be some version of: “To take into one's family through legal means and raise as one's own child.” ‘Adopt,’ instead of purchase; ‘Donation’ instead of purchase fee; has become the new language for those who rehome dogs. There have, indeed, become an increasing number of breeders who now ‘place’ their dogs through ‘adoption,’ with a hefty ‘adoption fee.’

Why is all of this so important? It makes it easier for those Animal Rightists to convince the public that animals should have the same *rights* as humans, and therefore should not be owned by a human. Such as: Breeders shouldn't breed (words like *force them to breed* comes to mind); Breeders shouldn't *force* them to be performance dogs, or show dogs, or therapy dogs. By humanizing dogs (pawparents, furbabies, my kids) in the media and everyday usage, it increases that blurring tenfold. It gives the Extremists that much more ammunition to use against the owning of animals. We need to be cognizant that by buying into and using the blurred language promoted by the Animal Rights groups and the media, we are legitimizing that language. ARs use the transformed expressions in order to justify legislation – such as the Guardian ordinance in Boulder and other cities and states. That ordinance takes away the *ownership* and creates a completely different legal definition for the dog in your house. Beware, or be aware of the language that you use, because it may and will have unanticipated and unintended consequences.

Originally published in the German Shepherd Review, October 2013, Stormy Hope, GSDCA Legislative Liaison to AKC

Thursday, September 5, 2013

'Bout Time!!!

So, the babies switched houses a week ago and this is my first post.  I'm an abysmal failure!

I have been painting the floor of the porch so that I can FINALLY move in and use it as part of the house.  It was painted the first part of August and when we got back from Canada and started walking on that cafe au lait colored floor, I soon discovered that it wasn't a great idea to have it one color.  So, I've been camoflaging for dirt, etc.  I have to get it done before it gets cold, had to wait after last winter as it was still too cold for the first layer to be put on, now I'm doing the "decorating."  I had something in mind and when that couldn't happen because they don't make what I thought they did, I modified brushes and am painting two other colors on the bottom color, then sprinkling on flecks.  It is working!  I'm pleased.

So, that is my excuse.  I'm overwhelmed!  When I'm not working on the porch or feeding dogs or washing laundry that piles up with puppies, I'm sitting on the floor playing with them or watching for hawks, eagles and owls who might be trying to swoop them up when I have them outside.  Another excuse!  I'm pretty good at excuses, aren't I?

These babies are certainly cute and sweet, but I think that about every litter.  I just LOVE cuddling with them!  How could one not love it?!









Mai has been playing with them for the last three days and she PLAYS with exuberance!  Zinger, who was wondering if she could hide from them is now joining in.  Watching the process makes my heart sing.  These kids think that they are big dogs even when they are still not yet six weeks old.  They DID turn six weeks old on Sunday, so now they KNOW that they are big kids.