tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60296356298970471452024-03-05T09:27:50.580-08:00Legacy and Winsor Bull TerriersDede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-47286226449301844032011-03-26T07:02:00.000-07:002011-03-26T07:28:19.024-07:00New Litter: Ch. Winsors Hot Mocha Java ROM x UK Ch. Emred Huntsman<div>I am please to announce our litter, out of my lovely big tri girl, "Java", mated to a handsome English chap, "Monty", better known as Ch. Emred Hunstman. Birth Day was February 22nd.<div><br /></div><div>Here is the Momma<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdWXGWAQ4B254sUo-IFDPqD4H_hd6NXm4In-TGb49-jYvWklL5f6sqMd5cLyjYyK75zEUY6bgW9Pl1_XzIlNirq4qkrZGVqPT9MegExbpZV5_xH_SYbE9pexcjXhDrGvkG-HY8i98XGHa/s1600/DSC_0038_4.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdWXGWAQ4B254sUo-IFDPqD4H_hd6NXm4In-TGb49-jYvWklL5f6sqMd5cLyjYyK75zEUY6bgW9Pl1_XzIlNirq4qkrZGVqPT9MegExbpZV5_xH_SYbE9pexcjXhDrGvkG-HY8i98XGHa/s400/DSC_0038_4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588389942891702274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1TUs-I2XpgI_-HO5kYnQZYZZY0f1xAlYMklyZcgGsK9ZntTHGL3aNdvHDGI2OcL_6ip0kfm3d2bzATbMOBio2vfa7XpSzBOsiKy9J6PeWg6x0PsOMVTg1N_zM6gKCMcjmpE_vdI4i5Ua/s1600/IMG_3559.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1TUs-I2XpgI_-HO5kYnQZYZZY0f1xAlYMklyZcgGsK9ZntTHGL3aNdvHDGI2OcL_6ip0kfm3d2bzATbMOBio2vfa7XpSzBOsiKy9J6PeWg6x0PsOMVTg1N_zM6gKCMcjmpE_vdI4i5Ua/s400/IMG_3559.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588389937052698802" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here is the Daddy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3hJ0KIxPs8BvRDK1ignlKSK5N698SMrw-67_ZlgdNeYHVpVja5OTSdJ67j0ahVpMJ53WPpmKCXLD2RoKPnDQX3XtExRaaOOKCnMhqgRbX6IwZiB1VOgfxv0f_NeQ3HdUT_ZHzMQG03sV/s1600/image.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3hJ0KIxPs8BvRDK1ignlKSK5N698SMrw-67_ZlgdNeYHVpVja5OTSdJ67j0ahVpMJ53WPpmKCXLD2RoKPnDQX3XtExRaaOOKCnMhqgRbX6IwZiB1VOgfxv0f_NeQ3HdUT_ZHzMQG03sV/s400/image.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588389947619228594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EFETeyw1rEL2KCE89zl3eghhw4CxtRmewmgcn9Cn3NTkRZsNIGD9U3VYyx89gGztYBM-4BpV6AHHmLY6YQB_oHmgL7v6N47mxWhQMA7QUvOquebIJXHNAnwfYyOSOoR-uScAlupnW-gq/s1600/6054_99752319555_809724555_1907728_4131696_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EFETeyw1rEL2KCE89zl3eghhw4CxtRmewmgcn9Cn3NTkRZsNIGD9U3VYyx89gGztYBM-4BpV6AHHmLY6YQB_oHmgL7v6N47mxWhQMA7QUvOquebIJXHNAnwfYyOSOoR-uScAlupnW-gq/s400/6054_99752319555_809724555_1907728_4131696_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588389941303178818" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>We have a litter of FIVE BOYS! Three white and two red smut and white. One of the white boys has some color on his right ear...looks like it will be a tiny splash of tri-coloring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some wet pics, taken at birth and a few hours later:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_fA3npISZTvGFaIT_r2dZ54OnKJ9GFeEgX7Vet6LBgtDsDBsvaJowqgWJn-Cqc2D4BEzO11O204D528Q2sMIBtK_M9WzjxslzI0bUeMI9RegDkUKpJH5K01h6ucPTGBEosWctf-ka0dr/s1600/IMG_8805.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_fA3npISZTvGFaIT_r2dZ54OnKJ9GFeEgX7Vet6LBgtDsDBsvaJowqgWJn-Cqc2D4BEzO11O204D528Q2sMIBtK_M9WzjxslzI0bUeMI9RegDkUKpJH5K01h6ucPTGBEosWctf-ka0dr/s400/IMG_8805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393100176452434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4InTtq86nPfPqIZsYF2XmpDe5oJ-hvWTWcd2T0IPScbod-URGo0SYp58c6FUh7RWfgPW_o9YC3NNTI3GuVm5jHZZRFDHxAgv5QG0273MXA2dLp5RiHEDE4t5VKTEOVPXxT8EdpYRTwabW/s1600/IMG_8804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4InTtq86nPfPqIZsYF2XmpDe5oJ-hvWTWcd2T0IPScbod-URGo0SYp58c6FUh7RWfgPW_o9YC3NNTI3GuVm5jHZZRFDHxAgv5QG0273MXA2dLp5RiHEDE4t5VKTEOVPXxT8EdpYRTwabW/s400/IMG_8804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393097442998770" /></a></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQuskuyP2M8jXyp-J1SRMaFhyg6kDZbxUr2b3yJBmoVgpB3APd8cO8q8yub2aR4pDCMmulo29Gnk-PyUNwareiHEKXQUZSthHsZ1kYCDRF3Dubh7XJoLW2BQjavR-pk6TcOGyK64-X-HT/s1600/IMG_8810.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQuskuyP2M8jXyp-J1SRMaFhyg6kDZbxUr2b3yJBmoVgpB3APd8cO8q8yub2aR4pDCMmulo29Gnk-PyUNwareiHEKXQUZSthHsZ1kYCDRF3Dubh7XJoLW2BQjavR-pk6TcOGyK64-X-HT/s400/IMG_8810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393327684264482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xMZKhrOhHw59pX6SlYFVriwFk-ewNKTAqK94lgALWu73lrNrLqgEKNsb4J9b9zsFLI9e5KJYW2ratqh10-sBInEf7X4oeolUeU4uDHc9x2Ly1VaP1v2LVmWQNJAdkMIBhiFBvR334YFp/s1600/IMG_8806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xMZKhrOhHw59pX6SlYFVriwFk-ewNKTAqK94lgALWu73lrNrLqgEKNsb4J9b9zsFLI9e5KJYW2ratqh10-sBInEf7X4oeolUeU4uDHc9x2Ly1VaP1v2LVmWQNJAdkMIBhiFBvR334YFp/s400/IMG_8806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393322033595906" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlYjeruJuoi4vk1BpP3WWHH4xl9CE1iWdU1UqsBALL238N0sec_5KiLZKgp9HMVVJf4UkrMV28cCTYcUjjvgjKOhyphenhyphenx8sYdE1rj1VBSuESDdw_mJAvMETt-AS2ssVhT8YxPQBPB8NAYqT5/s1600/IMG_8840.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlYjeruJuoi4vk1BpP3WWHH4xl9CE1iWdU1UqsBALL238N0sec_5KiLZKgp9HMVVJf4UkrMV28cCTYcUjjvgjKOhyphenhyphenx8sYdE1rj1VBSuESDdw_mJAvMETt-AS2ssVhT8YxPQBPB8NAYqT5/s400/IMG_8840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393524852496466" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZluulSHfkR40rxMOZ2Ky3-DwM-JR5tronfO88Q6L9zUEvX-9YvAmn17x6pVYDQiz7glQc3L_hThBPuegNghho3CZSUUt00jCAP0QfsCz32oHTE2B1Yd2H0igurW52A2FQhRy52_1_-phv/s1600/IMG_8829.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZluulSHfkR40rxMOZ2Ky3-DwM-JR5tronfO88Q6L9zUEvX-9YvAmn17x6pVYDQiz7glQc3L_hThBPuegNghho3CZSUUt00jCAP0QfsCz32oHTE2B1Yd2H0igurW52A2FQhRy52_1_-phv/s400/IMG_8829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393522992402162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbqpksTEbvqyujs-3QdP7EAOU5daMbg9hRVmOHKnc5zEULuMB-SylrmV5CUBxWeHWfVeINKKwkf5uBFI8QDorfnFnfhtTt1GcojrBpmPJMA8v_M2jA35TP9CPEZHTQWtXVpCreLkhYh6T/s1600/IMG_8824.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLbqpksTEbvqyujs-3QdP7EAOU5daMbg9hRVmOHKnc5zEULuMB-SylrmV5CUBxWeHWfVeINKKwkf5uBFI8QDorfnFnfhtTt1GcojrBpmPJMA8v_M2jA35TP9CPEZHTQWtXVpCreLkhYh6T/s400/IMG_8824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588393518118633362" /></a>And here they are one by one a few days later:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-xa0rPwkMeXPmDNk9SUaL5nwTyQlOGTOajoYxsQ1-Dy2I2BTrJK75gDSKwV1T2S5KBmQJdY108xlrXWh5XoM7Yji_Zy1aofwtLJPB5z1ASMbbegUOYD6W3OZLgwJAgulOHl7EQqYpnRX/s1600/IMG_8916.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG-xa0rPwkMeXPmDNk9SUaL5nwTyQlOGTOajoYxsQ1-Dy2I2BTrJK75gDSKwV1T2S5KBmQJdY108xlrXWh5XoM7Yji_Zy1aofwtLJPB5z1ASMbbegUOYD6W3OZLgwJAgulOHl7EQqYpnRX/s400/IMG_8916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394375400004642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfH4c2sldHk52-jfWHwqsu57jhkcadX3ezlEGwi0wcuOvU5PDGIjzphyvTWYJyvPj8_YvZrXTTuDIDWBXjNVElKOIS3vc-dmcJptmDT1PdHCeh2TkBizoCKz3M6DoTNlA-u14djzAppin/s1600/IMG_8912.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfH4c2sldHk52-jfWHwqsu57jhkcadX3ezlEGwi0wcuOvU5PDGIjzphyvTWYJyvPj8_YvZrXTTuDIDWBXjNVElKOIS3vc-dmcJptmDT1PdHCeh2TkBizoCKz3M6DoTNlA-u14djzAppin/s400/IMG_8912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394371607330258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-nbFs74FjcJ6OzFN5cE1IDh5bjmjUeTfaImWIbXkE0dt4WwDH7G1FgcVrRx3ejB5980rcZFCp84-iiCUNVk5p7O8wwLNzvPOWw50GfKCPaUfWDbVqaDmIlq59wPHltn1CWiKd6X0pgX5/s1600/IMG_8907.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj-nbFs74FjcJ6OzFN5cE1IDh5bjmjUeTfaImWIbXkE0dt4WwDH7G1FgcVrRx3ejB5980rcZFCp84-iiCUNVk5p7O8wwLNzvPOWw50GfKCPaUfWDbVqaDmIlq59wPHltn1CWiKd6X0pgX5/s400/IMG_8907.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394354216089250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLD1WX_qMFRXxhRBsIDTMwBVOnROynWYf242Au2Bgjyu8ft2-rw2ZLOIpE1PYr-IkoQC8XeQslL136VhQEHPRQvAsdoRHqmnxn6AhMFfgXXtiVhXYtxO7vnKHvuqluSq-fBfglRElLQcU-/s1600/IMG_8904.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLD1WX_qMFRXxhRBsIDTMwBVOnROynWYf242Au2Bgjyu8ft2-rw2ZLOIpE1PYr-IkoQC8XeQslL136VhQEHPRQvAsdoRHqmnxn6AhMFfgXXtiVhXYtxO7vnKHvuqluSq-fBfglRElLQcU-/s400/IMG_8904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394349051115138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1uhrkJrmsXS4friJEsiBWO_k7WeDtC50XSgFhmulk-t-iaWvuYrqK0XtVAh1oXPcFa3sscB2oTUV4syJ_CzOE0NpKlaf6PoxV57ltdwf1GKlrgSsMFP5w295PYtV3NaAObajDKDKBjQm/s1600/IMG_8899.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi1uhrkJrmsXS4friJEsiBWO_k7WeDtC50XSgFhmulk-t-iaWvuYrqK0XtVAh1oXPcFa3sscB2oTUV4syJ_CzOE0NpKlaf6PoxV57ltdwf1GKlrgSsMFP5w295PYtV3NaAObajDKDKBjQm/s400/IMG_8899.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588394351056648546" /></a></div><br />Here are their 3 week pics...more to come<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGephqmLsIpaOlHnEVMLlA_5uvNpZYjt6rYCNPVWBY7Bq9Ha1j-FdP3wVLA3FVyZYOP3o8Xc6OvvOMHRgqNWYHWz8PDzwjUZB_EAWYMIgl6DEGMiX2-nkF0WYe_ItxyqW1WHQRRR3kJ2s/s1600/IMG_9029_2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGephqmLsIpaOlHnEVMLlA_5uvNpZYjt6rYCNPVWBY7Bq9Ha1j-FdP3wVLA3FVyZYOP3o8Xc6OvvOMHRgqNWYHWz8PDzwjUZB_EAWYMIgl6DEGMiX2-nkF0WYe_ItxyqW1WHQRRR3kJ2s/s400/IMG_9029_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588395036164605394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMqksk3HD9TMimgLk3zJty6B39-XS6DE9C9g5W9A3vMaXI-3KjmZSTxi_CWAiOxOet9xb8yMxXlCqTq6nM8tSq5x1Dj49CFtNiVvCznEMmPfSrvJa346iTLelhoJyMRNedDa9IL30TV8Ts/s1600/IMG_9004_2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiVJVDU-RKwF2KHFRMsxz5eDZU2NwJLACpP4-0S1Cm3zIPKXZ3T07S6XwWiMhl8vSIb-79bEORIWnsAFq7dQUrqBDE2DaN6Dd96LFIPGG3qHb7eVmXBOOPdtsVJ5fMfl6ITmRuVilngXS-/s400/IMG_8990_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588395018166784082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObLsQMaT7Mh23g_Xsald9TKpaEiobgvBAw41OoXmZQATjYOrIvV40Zk7NKo92ds-e_I_9gjZe0tNRv8uD6q-p5nxLUvm7yKvHUhAdj4GjKNkq3_4Jp61iq8P7iJzNbiY8yKYOOgfaXutQ/s1600/IMG_8986_2.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObLsQMaT7Mh23g_Xsald9TKpaEiobgvBAw41OoXmZQATjYOrIvV40Zk7NKo92ds-e_I_9gjZe0tNRv8uD6q-p5nxLUvm7yKvHUhAdj4GjKNkq3_4Jp61iq8P7iJzNbiY8yKYOOgfaXutQ/s400/IMG_8986_2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588395019620171234" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-41075261643883694332010-05-19T07:07:00.000-07:002010-05-19T19:45:09.712-07:00Legacy Hughes Your Daddy of Winsor at The Bronze Weekend<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxEbgt-VZy_QzOEaYASzQCq1R4Ct_jH9qYYSe1yhDu4-ah5J2T9P_sZF9-auo0xWFwZt68DKGa7YJI6R83ogiOFuZMo_0IcCN2VndWA2v7kHk2e4aMhHhSVY8sgBVgNemWYx5B2y_-aYa/s400/DSC_0153+(Large).JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472984939102012162" /><br />The first weekend of May I always head up to the Bull Terrier Fanciers Association show weekend in the Niagara Falls area. Its about a 7 hour drive and the falls - and the dog show - never disappoint. I brought my litter-mates, Legacy Lucky Rose of Winsor (Rose) and Legacy Hughes Your Daddy of Winsor (Baby Huey). You can just barely see Huey's fawn-ish/red-ish mark on the base of his left ear. Baby Huey is shown in the above head study.<div><br /></div><div> The siblings are 18 months old and we did pretty well! Huey took Reserve Winners Dog in two of the four shows and Rose took Winners Bitch in one show picking up her first Canadian points. These were particularly poignant wins for me as it was the first weekend I have ever shown in Bred-by-Exhibitor. Feels great!</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some more pics of Huey, courtesy of Greg Dress, a co-owner of Huey's sister Caia. In this first one he is standing so nicely for me. We are thrilled with his gorgeous head, tiny eye and perfect bite. He also is a complete mush and nice to have around the house:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wNUzNTz_QQHkFHFDsyQ8Gh4ZtMBzZmCHzo-7M2noDU-F6kaqdR9500-IA-OLu8nRSVztQKY0UPFCtxYND9LKZLEeR-ZrB58MYzFD2P-FXaNW08Pj69M37OLGm31nvWCtfoO2V2VVP66N/s1600/DSC_0138+(Large)+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wNUzNTz_QQHkFHFDsyQ8Gh4ZtMBzZmCHzo-7M2noDU-F6kaqdR9500-IA-OLu8nRSVztQKY0UPFCtxYND9LKZLEeR-ZrB58MYzFD2P-FXaNW08Pj69M37OLGm31nvWCtfoO2V2VVP66N/s400/DSC_0138+(Large)+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472988816966233938" /></a><br /><div>In the next picture we are both doing what we are supposed to be doing, which is not always the case! He is free-stacked fairly well and I am far away from him, allowing the judge, Roz Clamper, a good look:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAd_QItgEANdqv6OrRtp4HhzbNeUBRVP9L2l8v_HgUg7yN1U3yBe1l1obmbz5mfTMoe1QoaMzW-l43oxd4-84lxkVvoM6E8oywIGBDPngo5SDXbXe1XXNtGO8AYtwrdN5QZfN7MyHoHQb/s1600/DSC_0148+(Large)+copy.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAd_QItgEANdqv6OrRtp4HhzbNeUBRVP9L2l8v_HgUg7yN1U3yBe1l1obmbz5mfTMoe1QoaMzW-l43oxd4-84lxkVvoM6E8oywIGBDPngo5SDXbXe1XXNtGO8AYtwrdN5QZfN7MyHoHQb/s400/DSC_0148+(Large)+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473177454063682898" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51iGmnqIfGZoVFTIt3K2yO2cT5OiPmUqzh0yRxNZC27LdbzXpnZH2Ts4c3Qf6Cfyex6Mv2hpsuLUb4em42DxlOL8E0kVfzWwzlqTaGqKkCPh6FdlMBiyYD7bGpqpMKtxagcFNu6buU2Mh/s1600/DSC_0144+(Large)+copy.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51iGmnqIfGZoVFTIt3K2yO2cT5OiPmUqzh0yRxNZC27LdbzXpnZH2Ts4c3Qf6Cfyex6Mv2hpsuLUb4em42DxlOL8E0kVfzWwzlqTaGqKkCPh6FdlMBiyYD7bGpqpMKtxagcFNu6buU2Mh/s400/DSC_0144+(Large)+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472989330836123906" /></a><br /></div>The last pic is Huey jumping for joy. We are near the steward's table awaiting a ribbon. Job well done!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWO7-wiBJYLCR2FwubvsuRLYP4eFZngMBx2aEDApAaRWaCw3b6yyfyejZIFZpM-npKyj7FQ4VC4QO10XLhjZY4qeOFxWfRfhd8Bnne0ci58AOuykrFPDOvp2_yRWxfzPPIk7KOyniiLjB8/s1600/DSC_0129+(Large)+copy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWO7-wiBJYLCR2FwubvsuRLYP4eFZngMBx2aEDApAaRWaCw3b6yyfyejZIFZpM-npKyj7FQ4VC4QO10XLhjZY4qeOFxWfRfhd8Bnne0ci58AOuykrFPDOvp2_yRWxfzPPIk7KOyniiLjB8/s400/DSC_0129+(Large)+copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472989654950737202" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-35237779261901426882010-01-13T14:46:00.000-08:002010-01-13T17:21:16.132-08:00Moses Acosta - Bull Terrier Lover<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0k_BH7N1cRBtltvhDOxSeKBFPpmKq4T9QyUJ4j9IJ3eTgGHsUrtzxqFfvI7SRoDa45gfamReElr9Ev4El0Vo43GAnZTskD8YfnvwjTLoYNoTP935TOKJ98tw5inrZUlzyuKFHYxv_BxU/s1600-h/IMG_6252.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0k_BH7N1cRBtltvhDOxSeKBFPpmKq4T9QyUJ4j9IJ3eTgGHsUrtzxqFfvI7SRoDa45gfamReElr9Ev4El0Vo43GAnZTskD8YfnvwjTLoYNoTP935TOKJ98tw5inrZUlzyuKFHYxv_BxU/s400/IMG_6252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426399110462755346" /></a>This is my dad - the man who brought bull terriers into my life. He bought me my first, a fawn and white girl named Lily, when I was nine years old. No one has been a greater supporter of my showing and breeding than my dad. He loves each and every one of these critters. My dad lives in NYC and he hadn't seen any of the BTs in a while....he needed a bully fix. So last Saturday we drove into the city with Rose (Legacy Lucky Rose of Winsor) in tow. She had met my dad about 1 year ago; she didn't need to be reminded! I plopped her on the couch as I thought it would be the easiest way to get a picture of them both, and I quickly snapped these in less than a minute. I accused him of hiding liver behind his ear, but no, it was just the combination of a very sweet girl and a man who loves the dogs - and they know it! 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7I8umHrQE7gwH5ZStm7enExdaTeuTecsj-VHNenNRtpUr30886QXLHMt2VttYVlsd4ah3_aWMQKVUkLco88CoXD_tdGa2O3VqlhZZmx4NElVBcOqhciv8NoNlVxV60LsFB5zK1PrQZYJc/s400/IMG_6258.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426365148674634178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN4rJ3D3FUc5mdhYgBCtutWzIKtF69yGpLUbhE5PYM9FT3dE69D_bz0S1qJd7W_bdh4y_FOckOe7znMil0Z5kACSPHWJOan1GuBbYJuty6ZnKoM1w0lew8zFUdryrKYPMwPO_btvc3Ouz/s1600-h/IMG_6259.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAN4rJ3D3FUc5mdhYgBCtutWzIKtF69yGpLUbhE5PYM9FT3dE69D_bz0S1qJd7W_bdh4y_FOckOe7znMil0Z5kACSPHWJOan1GuBbYJuty6ZnKoM1w0lew8zFUdryrKYPMwPO_btvc3Ouz/s400/IMG_6259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426363375282079714" /></a></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-5080890033691572262009-12-15T07:50:00.000-08:002009-12-18T10:43:50.275-08:00All About Dog Shows<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOtc0D9lQh5k5aUhtUIamOfXGKAdGNJv9YXG90vo_IDaL9hHZ7-e_G4JGqHTZgkQQZ_VmOPGNml1MQBEXzWXmmerOeuqWgWoN9QBB3ixc7X0sYdxQFgPUQAgZ6c0EjSuKBhia3L69QycZ/s1600-h/IMG_5975.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjOtc0D9lQh5k5aUhtUIamOfXGKAdGNJv9YXG90vo_IDaL9hHZ7-e_G4JGqHTZgkQQZ_VmOPGNml1MQBEXzWXmmerOeuqWgWoN9QBB3ixc7X0sYdxQFgPUQAgZ6c0EjSuKBhia3L69QycZ/s400/IMG_5975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415497798524438514" /></a>I had the opportunity to tape an NPR (National Public Radio) segment on bull terriers and dog showing...the first minute is a bit provocative, but give it a chance and I think you will enjoy it. The host, Faith Middleton, is a two-time Peabody Award winner and loves bull terriers! Have a listen:<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.cpbn.org/files/audio/FMS%201211%20dogshow.mp3">CLICK HERE</a> for the Podcast</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and here are some of the pics, now more grown up. We do have a black brindle male to place in a pet home, so feel free to contact me.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp5vKthoZm7GSg0g96MLF-Joei09l8AyTjzG21imxj4yBMrZdOOULvIQQuynSoBBBsv8Powc2Hq8LjRMicVI8_cpT5mT-kP-IeRjupnovarhDSug4p2FS1BgOWfTrOAJHtqP6zwFPU9on/s1600-h/IMG_5978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLp5vKthoZm7GSg0g96MLF-Joei09l8AyTjzG21imxj4yBMrZdOOULvIQQuynSoBBBsv8Powc2Hq8LjRMicVI8_cpT5mT-kP-IeRjupnovarhDSug4p2FS1BgOWfTrOAJHtqP6zwFPU9on/s400/IMG_5978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415498630675149890" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwKKRstYOygaunqWNtXlCEe4awxRCqvlBAQ4dswP6XKsxG1y-U3NZ_Dh9bOyulaq3o21qEXwBwn407ytsFBXwZXmV-UF1r7Zk2v-9nkz0VDerVyxjh5UCNQF9BlcKrwBg8gu07iyxON4D/s1600-h/IMG_5992_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitwKKRstYOygaunqWNtXlCEe4awxRCqvlBAQ4dswP6XKsxG1y-U3NZ_Dh9bOyulaq3o21qEXwBwn407ytsFBXwZXmV-UF1r7Zk2v-9nkz0VDerVyxjh5UCNQF9BlcKrwBg8gu07iyxON4D/s400/IMG_5992_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415498985561969890" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-45845620644796254352009-08-24T11:06:00.000-07:002009-08-24T11:33:46.420-07:00Week 4: First Day Outside! Time to ExploreHere are Bianca and Vi...no fear here! At this point Bianca is the largest in the litter.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCr-X8NDDr6TYfVVnnTbznbmnzgS9ZXrtCOcBAv77PuZ1MjpEHzG5NT_Ob3OVWj6oHrSgguIcCyb7O2l62DA6R0bU2PXP_eJv-IkRt5aHwzRqUk7w2-EWTDqPMEhS3rsxiG6XZj-SAQJBv/s1600-h/IMG_3321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCr-X8NDDr6TYfVVnnTbznbmnzgS9ZXrtCOcBAv77PuZ1MjpEHzG5NT_Ob3OVWj6oHrSgguIcCyb7O2l62DA6R0bU2PXP_eJv-IkRt5aHwzRqUk7w2-EWTDqPMEhS3rsxiG6XZj-SAQJBv/s320/IMG_3321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373596587654151618" /></a>Letting the pups be pups and explore and get nice and dirty! Somehow even after playing they remained clean and pristine<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCV4T0pb0tnEYho6rNULs1T7x3KXdl2CBb-8DdFFtWIEvxxdmB6x-BcsQNyb1on1_bx-S_4IcY5W_FiVtS0Kj3usCec23675DDHuMn3uJ8B2bchVYJC1hvvBYJ_LYMQBAIi4kVCCuXxDe/s1600-h/IMG_3325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCV4T0pb0tnEYho6rNULs1T7x3KXdl2CBb-8DdFFtWIEvxxdmB6x-BcsQNyb1on1_bx-S_4IcY5W_FiVtS0Kj3usCec23675DDHuMn3uJ8B2bchVYJC1hvvBYJ_LYMQBAIi4kVCCuXxDe/s400/IMG_3325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373595473496905762" /></a><br />Here is Vi again...I know, Im biased<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO3O0ox1ffYykNjw2onPueWqOw5treiN6-m5GAT1d7iSVZkMJTafSWLW5qGOeDEqLPh1YWMyutRIKvCBnLLt9R6erMkCI2wAIOaoQKNNdmYoIYJIZbxiedwFPq1PJ_p2h2fnl72U3VNOW/s1600-h/IMG_3320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibO3O0ox1ffYykNjw2onPueWqOw5treiN6-m5GAT1d7iSVZkMJTafSWLW5qGOeDEqLPh1YWMyutRIKvCBnLLt9R6erMkCI2wAIOaoQKNNdmYoIYJIZbxiedwFPq1PJ_p2h2fnl72U3VNOW/s400/IMG_3320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373594604602039938" /></a>Here they are exploring their "cave"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9GG5ldyOEMbRX_IpJr33r3nx9yjnnf83j-PhjmQ0QjQ_tqVFZ5Im2aoIXFSUyWMTqYne9UWKC3SafRjsjEaPokvOyAtTNCdtK7tWynPjLbUF7ajrBbuh4AGlaySi8-WMndMxR5-cXfQY/s1600-h/IMG_3324.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9GG5ldyOEMbRX_IpJr33r3nx9yjnnf83j-PhjmQ0QjQ_tqVFZ5Im2aoIXFSUyWMTqYne9UWKC3SafRjsjEaPokvOyAtTNCdtK7tWynPjLbUF7ajrBbuh4AGlaySi8-WMndMxR5-cXfQY/s320/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373597546116939794" /></a>Below is a pile of puppies. Bianca is on top. The other white puppy is a singleton from another litter. The boy, The Captain, is on his back in the center<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPH57u2vhozaFYG3MEI255bEnip3bd6IkynOHbnJlAxv5z6Y8aEevNcMBAvqqNMhF5ZYEx95ODY0eIihLkezopz4fmWc9syGEaQAqNcZO7Va9vGmvvIDSpKFlRsTUzUB-WfXiFK9eKjxwK/s1600-h/IMG_3318.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPH57u2vhozaFYG3MEI255bEnip3bd6IkynOHbnJlAxv5z6Y8aEevNcMBAvqqNMhF5ZYEx95ODY0eIihLkezopz4fmWc9syGEaQAqNcZO7Va9vGmvvIDSpKFlRsTUzUB-WfXiFK9eKjxwK/s320/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373598748819769810" /></a>For those of you who know Freeman...here is his twin Forrester! I know, they dont look Anything alike! Here Forrester is getting his puppy fix. The brindle girl with more white on her face just took to him immediately and they spent quite a while communing. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk7vz2Y6TxRbeKOV9SKNSuvbgbqfc1nHLdAM_7HWcpA84kaZTTArGBZgU7bVgAizXYpjNVEsYgnOPI6oU01n6zULrdZMlxKcy1ajWmTPgvodVHvPvqD1cvEHzQxTMbNx9erdMVqOHCQFb/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBk7vz2Y6TxRbeKOV9SKNSuvbgbqfc1nHLdAM_7HWcpA84kaZTTArGBZgU7bVgAizXYpjNVEsYgnOPI6oU01n6zULrdZMlxKcy1ajWmTPgvodVHvPvqD1cvEHzQxTMbNx9erdMVqOHCQFb/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373599619021847618" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAnUg3Ud3_G7Hfisoc2ICNJPHEUeCIIURsnrjLohPY7M7H-WPzpdkHztbEkcRsUfxh1wweznYkTbtRe7WPCMcPPghSrZSfOIDypi56bEbNQCpa7469bzsadExobSdUdXkIRV5sAvSLJvb/s1600-h/IMG_3307_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIAnUg3Ud3_G7Hfisoc2ICNJPHEUeCIIURsnrjLohPY7M7H-WPzpdkHztbEkcRsUfxh1wweznYkTbtRe7WPCMcPPghSrZSfOIDypi56bEbNQCpa7469bzsadExobSdUdXkIRV5sAvSLJvb/s400/IMG_3307_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373600157910552802" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-86266973393633235342009-08-15T10:29:00.000-07:002009-08-15T11:43:11.474-07:00End of Week 3Well, somehow the girls dominated! Most of the pics of the black brindle boy didnt come out, so all I have is one of him sleeping! Here is The Captain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EaVkhyphenhyphenYZxWj9ZlcM-qxVc7xlwIdG-VoZpBpJKeaB1STXwB9ysqNvp7j90yN9ATvsJZCvzUWF5ndJcJcuf-GqoYD3l_HBLwf9SWmGmv8k-COhQ0aryWGBnPOpUTv0GGOfhbgH80L-eWym/s1600-h/IMG_3207.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EaVkhyphenhyphenYZxWj9ZlcM-qxVc7xlwIdG-VoZpBpJKeaB1STXwB9ysqNvp7j90yN9ATvsJZCvzUWF5ndJcJcuf-GqoYD3l_HBLwf9SWmGmv8k-COhQ0aryWGBnPOpUTv0GGOfhbgH80L-eWym/s400/IMG_3207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370244542080619090" /></a><div>In general they are all walking around, eyes bright and shiny and they are attempting to escape their whelping box area. If they get out, Hope gets upset and makes lots of noise until we help get them back into their box. She is still nursing, but in general she wants to be away from them.<br /><br />Here is the brindle girl with the most white on her face. We are so happy with their short backs!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvd71wa2dIMeS0JGWpuCRoxABVD6cTPTKgTGY9hh9eSdWbo0q9yyxO3EhMjfICb2bwyxc0J1HbdRbpWVSKEzsL8ZPS4UxgN7joSs1alQ2SgHgACWifGHJ67eX4dyPNr7J9JPCu8ijx7HD/s1600-h/IMG_3141.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvd71wa2dIMeS0JGWpuCRoxABVD6cTPTKgTGY9hh9eSdWbo0q9yyxO3EhMjfICb2bwyxc0J1HbdRbpWVSKEzsL8ZPS4UxgN7joSs1alQ2SgHgACWifGHJ67eX4dyPNr7J9JPCu8ijx7HD/s400/IMG_3141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370245072481214610" /></a></div>Here she is from the front with her nose pigment coming in.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgY3hSwbrOS6MYajWX4kpmEXTqYVwvyvZuPYPRXZTd03gc_k79yLIcgbM3yV0Jpu5yanUPiGWu5RTwoeit36iFxVwd0XDjw2dqtnS0_NHAVYPu3up1pHQNdPkETbvNBOGEce9l3oG082b/s1600-h/IMG_3142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvgY3hSwbrOS6MYajWX4kpmEXTqYVwvyvZuPYPRXZTd03gc_k79yLIcgbM3yV0Jpu5yanUPiGWu5RTwoeit36iFxVwd0XDjw2dqtnS0_NHAVYPu3up1pHQNdPkETbvNBOGEce9l3oG082b/s400/IMG_3142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370245623505410402" /></a>Look at the size of her feet! There is a lot of bone in this litter.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1ChCaZkMlR2SnlKPn4upPjRUjo8KcH7QSGb_TUvd5GqWAlVV9xkrkx8rIDqbYuQPHWAL6s179P-K2lxml5DymFRtZSgA3or6k8ME8dQJeSP7sKWVBNjKpSL7r8Jjwj_baJXr3qQqHLTX/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1ChCaZkMlR2SnlKPn4upPjRUjo8KcH7QSGb_TUvd5GqWAlVV9xkrkx8rIDqbYuQPHWAL6s179P-K2lxml5DymFRtZSgA3or6k8ME8dQJeSP7sKWVBNjKpSL7r8Jjwj_baJXr3qQqHLTX/s1600-h/IMG_3166.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG1ChCaZkMlR2SnlKPn4upPjRUjo8KcH7QSGb_TUvd5GqWAlVV9xkrkx8rIDqbYuQPHWAL6s179P-K2lxml5DymFRtZSgA3or6k8ME8dQJeSP7sKWVBNjKpSL7r8Jjwj_baJXr3qQqHLTX/s400/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370246033882515714" /></a>I know human moms arent supposed to have favorites, but I am in love with the little black brindle girl. She looks like a little plush toy! There is this feminine, sweet quality to her. I cant keep my eyes off of her! She reminds me of Beckett when he was a baby.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmCxrw5TaECVNfcnA0lY9jLooMp7tLrjk8KAKXo8VGZbb7hI74B7wbOxHhS04UeclPJ1b4PW6jS2mzdHdQanOGBg-gsXqn8roU6uCWaecXi7fwGSqSII6-q1IZL5hA1dqMr7EzwsAee-X/s1600-h/IMG_3143.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGmCxrw5TaECVNfcnA0lY9jLooMp7tLrjk8KAKXo8VGZbb7hI74B7wbOxHhS04UeclPJ1b4PW6jS2mzdHdQanOGBg-gsXqn8roU6uCWaecXi7fwGSqSII6-q1IZL5hA1dqMr7EzwsAee-X/s400/IMG_3143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370246627252733170" /></a>I mean, look at this face! Im thinking of naming her Legacy Vivacious of Winsor and calling her Vi (long "i") for short.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguz5NLIRW54AFpfVzY2XbhoiKnqhLIpUja5vOl4bVzhY2ClmD1ZmFGl7fp2D2_VJh4PWY00QyK0SVX6ZAFXhT0-GJAp59pUVy9HORqVsLv95M5bL3627JSYu9ZjZOlif_HrWpxINX1mt7H/s1600-h/IMG_3147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguz5NLIRW54AFpfVzY2XbhoiKnqhLIpUja5vOl4bVzhY2ClmD1ZmFGl7fp2D2_VJh4PWY00QyK0SVX6ZAFXhT0-GJAp59pUVy9HORqVsLv95M5bL3627JSYu9ZjZOlif_HrWpxINX1mt7H/s400/IMG_3147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370262122310668146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ4_Z92p9-3iLtPKwbLYFYzuGlX482jehN1SbvZTVpVcc9wKXW0VD2wyYDSP0Y3PIS0tNHunyJRUYCbQ1vUr6DiY3jA-Sl3XdWbS90r4I7M0dtPsX_gBKq3J-2hZfhw2hXqxRppYRsNX8/s1600-h/IMG_3144.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZ4_Z92p9-3iLtPKwbLYFYzuGlX482jehN1SbvZTVpVcc9wKXW0VD2wyYDSP0Y3PIS0tNHunyJRUYCbQ1vUr6DiY3jA-Sl3XdWbS90r4I7M0dtPsX_gBKq3J-2hZfhw2hXqxRppYRsNX8/s400/IMG_3144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370248035707856274" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBv-5iTR7RS3ns7ndq-bozQuLnPKXMs9jP1Kkp7ggnbeie_sxFAOVuAbYf945c7qbFkpgwxQ4ihM65hUjPhc0PVZQi6WAUDBm2BMQXAQJy0iVeAn7q4aAt-r9SPDQLQNWgS1ZGVyyRPjS9/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBv-5iTR7RS3ns7ndq-bozQuLnPKXMs9jP1Kkp7ggnbeie_sxFAOVuAbYf945c7qbFkpgwxQ4ihM65hUjPhc0PVZQi6WAUDBm2BMQXAQJy0iVeAn7q4aAt-r9SPDQLQNWgS1ZGVyyRPjS9/s400/IMG_3148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370257027653194786" /></a><div>Here is the other brindle girl with the mustache. I have to get more pics of her too! She has a similar body type to her brindle sister. All of their mouths are Way over. Dont think we will have to worry about reverse scissor issues, but will keep an eye on the canines. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_l5h9LjThWxExaMpkq0GFn7b31vFIF8d-uVCPyE1rbR6xzFVgeOTBrD0ucIyiSYcr2FaYvigFZlR8AH-BuhZkJ8FzvnouAk52SgeYC-SvehJB4zMIJCW5e8YaFcLhbORehQLB5jtJXRSg/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_l5h9LjThWxExaMpkq0GFn7b31vFIF8d-uVCPyE1rbR6xzFVgeOTBrD0ucIyiSYcr2FaYvigFZlR8AH-BuhZkJ8FzvnouAk52SgeYC-SvehJB4zMIJCW5e8YaFcLhbORehQLB5jtJXRSg/s400/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370257482348173362" /></a></div><div>And here is the white girl and her nice short back. We cant find a speck of color on her...yet. Im still looking. She is Freeman's favorite, but then again her Mom was his first show dog that he trained from 8 weeks onward.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6qlxFYVt6ztcFUOeU5VDaFO81AqGF2IKhBF_6IyK0obIkmFNNvCnZ0qEy0dlgifLaazPwAF_XvjO00GTphi4uLwoJeQGPklQveYfxBelFeM58RIDQN5k3ReMxnPQdn7rXCCBW0bSg_tB/s1600-h/IMG_3171.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6qlxFYVt6ztcFUOeU5VDaFO81AqGF2IKhBF_6IyK0obIkmFNNvCnZ0qEy0dlgifLaazPwAF_XvjO00GTphi4uLwoJeQGPklQveYfxBelFeM58RIDQN5k3ReMxnPQdn7rXCCBW0bSg_tB/s400/IMG_3171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370260255667450434" /></a></div><div>Here is Freeman being silly and playing with the babies. Yes, I gave this one a raspberry on her belly right after the pic was taken.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRruNEiQIk5RidoNJTh9QcPecvFTZeH7hCQB2kg-W-0IcxS-aDa4D_MHTCfvRsW1is9VIgzrda39qGOGkQA3bZgJD8RiLXw-G8tqXfYnE2jcT0XGihrJV6l5yPCU_br4jON1Dby1zb0Oa/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRruNEiQIk5RidoNJTh9QcPecvFTZeH7hCQB2kg-W-0IcxS-aDa4D_MHTCfvRsW1is9VIgzrda39qGOGkQA3bZgJD8RiLXw-G8tqXfYnE2jcT0XGihrJV6l5yPCU_br4jON1Dby1zb0Oa/s400/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370258115593048354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-sjFFoWyo9x3rPJEqPeznDEzN0Q3Y_zV2q7ldSlcAZhCWQwwgdf0q3M0ibkErWObtzCPm-u8L883DL8c8y5gRZmyWlkh-qVuCc9XXF_oS1JcV1ImxbIKVz1V6Np-lLazo-2FjGHgv41z/s1600-h/IMG_3168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn-sjFFoWyo9x3rPJEqPeznDEzN0Q3Y_zV2q7ldSlcAZhCWQwwgdf0q3M0ibkErWObtzCPm-u8L883DL8c8y5gRZmyWlkh-qVuCc9XXF_oS1JcV1ImxbIKVz1V6Np-lLazo-2FjGHgv41z/s400/IMG_3168.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370259096898963746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwLyXas6e-PjzwywPNrM-79n3M3z2JA1O-1rWp_b7h-cHEYRkPZ51kGvsVEnuOD7PmFL2NSKdefX6NzAInmTDn60175vrQftXi470UAhkNRNOqPnVu1w7zmoCI_FdCSE5UbuHk29C0vFg/s1600-h/IMG_3169.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwLyXas6e-PjzwywPNrM-79n3M3z2JA1O-1rWp_b7h-cHEYRkPZ51kGvsVEnuOD7PmFL2NSKdefX6NzAInmTDn60175vrQftXi470UAhkNRNOqPnVu1w7zmoCI_FdCSE5UbuHk29C0vFg/s400/IMG_3169.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370259517147102114" /></a></div><div>The white girl in the pic below looks like a manatee! To me anyway...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8ppleOZRJtLVwjWNAsHB8lCyxaut4WeL7F5NvCXLamnvvoUYyF6twXpdOZgcRnRuT7_d7QBp9bPw60EsZbVlE9a6x175ZX-B31fJqQqDbkzucJ6n5nM-T8X9VbATMsR8-BQ0NaZj1el-/s1600-h/IMG_3170.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv8ppleOZRJtLVwjWNAsHB8lCyxaut4WeL7F5NvCXLamnvvoUYyF6twXpdOZgcRnRuT7_d7QBp9bPw60EsZbVlE9a6x175ZX-B31fJqQqDbkzucJ6n5nM-T8X9VbATMsR8-BQ0NaZj1el-/s400/IMG_3170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370259939065816658" /></a>But I dont know if manatees can smile like this:)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdrgvmZq84ya_897iEyjMnlpX_Yh1vCZRPHkoxnWOM4i6YI2ghCgZTE8rVQ8vbiv8yPoO45heH3ERwjWpyNbok0PJSchyphenhyphenrgRP_SijeFz_chgu7suC41AuTYAjNDPSfdBqJMpQAc7-cMkE/s1600-h/IMG_3172.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWdrgvmZq84ya_897iEyjMnlpX_Yh1vCZRPHkoxnWOM4i6YI2ghCgZTE8rVQ8vbiv8yPoO45heH3ERwjWpyNbok0PJSchyphenhyphenrgRP_SijeFz_chgu7suC41AuTYAjNDPSfdBqJMpQAc7-cMkE/s400/IMG_3172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370260579505369218" /></a><br />And here is a bonus pic of a baby Shih Tzu! There was a litter of 3 nearby and I was snapping pics for them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1TtZFY3wIQKh32N1cT6zT6Vlpni4P02yIWyeOWyCRw3RBXefo4pXk-8NMYpNghmH5oF-vH5SOhUKhYkaIi5B0FzTgp_pT2fLy64H_AuNnGYeXHmvqP-WlUD5Dr0SuFXie365qyGyHTDP/s1600-h/IMG_3182.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX1TtZFY3wIQKh32N1cT6zT6Vlpni4P02yIWyeOWyCRw3RBXefo4pXk-8NMYpNghmH5oF-vH5SOhUKhYkaIi5B0FzTgp_pT2fLy64H_AuNnGYeXHmvqP-WlUD5Dr0SuFXie365qyGyHTDP/s400/IMG_3182.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370260963383625458" /></a></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-14652491251486805112009-08-06T16:59:00.000-07:002009-08-06T18:55:22.625-07:00Weeks 1 & 2In the interest of time, I'm just gonna post a bunch of pics with very little editorial and you can fill in with the ooh and aahs.<br /><br />Here is the litter:<br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61tpSmGDqLvghaIIP9c7fNCNd-Rkz0covA1JZqO5kC8BfwiY9X1nGV0TyitZhFV61DODRZbFSGNiXCwRVPr9SpTqEbylShFxmD7rCQ2obdp7Rs5gIYOw8FOkl97RJPkMBYXP5n6rEZE3F/s1600-h/IMG_2822.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg61tpSmGDqLvghaIIP9c7fNCNd-Rkz0covA1JZqO5kC8BfwiY9X1nGV0TyitZhFV61DODRZbFSGNiXCwRVPr9SpTqEbylShFxmD7rCQ2obdp7Rs5gIYOw8FOkl97RJPkMBYXP5n6rEZE3F/s400/IMG_2822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364039552475530274" /></a><br /></div>The conga line:<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jObrkNDGBbdu-XIsRqfIo5smMIROXuAiU1brytWnbjKrBiUdcLcrUo4IP6ySBpQ2G2I_yTmzQN4lQT7KNcuUGGVxF4gbrFKABIFqJSEel4FEo6Libaw0MdZRj6-nUblVn2lwoKp4dbWg/s1600-h/IMG_2835_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jObrkNDGBbdu-XIsRqfIo5smMIROXuAiU1brytWnbjKrBiUdcLcrUo4IP6ySBpQ2G2I_yTmzQN4lQT7KNcuUGGVxF4gbrFKABIFqJSEel4FEo6Libaw0MdZRj6-nUblVn2lwoKp4dbWg/s320/IMG_2835_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367027388925313810" /></a>Here are the babies sleeping:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1ZIHbR_AQZ6dQAUg8T1mN2rl5VA8Wq89kzO-p15MwFQc6I6X3xMClPDFtK4BQryRp__E9y1vEOTm9NQXKqsGt04RI0VmbOkIWVw0Tgk-MeThRW1-ePMgUKXV62RP6Jsfgh-7rNE7xjg5/s1600-h/IMG_2882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO1ZIHbR_AQZ6dQAUg8T1mN2rl5VA8Wq89kzO-p15MwFQc6I6X3xMClPDFtK4BQryRp__E9y1vEOTm9NQXKqsGt04RI0VmbOkIWVw0Tgk-MeThRW1-ePMgUKXV62RP6Jsfgh-7rNE7xjg5/s320/IMG_2882.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367028829576443410" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here they are nursing. left to right: the male Cappy, one brindle girl hidden, black brindle girl on top of her, Saffron, of course, and the last brindle girl....I promise to get better pics next week!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFsBl-OHrLSFDxJUx1jgttO3rU2PFf3usY4XrKTir2U8r-SfopDe-EvqMQI0RiS3g6TB14JSsrcOpWBAyksjakjA3T5uZp1mVdN6IawuiH7buVM4l2AIv-D-necOMvmuS97zK6Gcb432d/s1600-h/IMG_2862.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFsBl-OHrLSFDxJUx1jgttO3rU2PFf3usY4XrKTir2U8r-SfopDe-EvqMQI0RiS3g6TB14JSsrcOpWBAyksjakjA3T5uZp1mVdN6IawuiH7buVM4l2AIv-D-necOMvmuS97zK6Gcb432d/s320/IMG_2862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367029686505549938" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFNwJ24kgfF9RzDlVbePJxW6lhUx1KgDOvXd6VMzS2QYa6xN43hSOfXtnfWzu-AKS6dSDELuKhWLffkvPaDwzNopaNK34opTCHm32MO4K32Np5OD9-g4GXzKbf7oaLvbSAxmBr7Lkgspz/s1600-h/IMG_2858.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFNwJ24kgfF9RzDlVbePJxW6lhUx1KgDOvXd6VMzS2QYa6xN43hSOfXtnfWzu-AKS6dSDELuKhWLffkvPaDwzNopaNK34opTCHm32MO4K32Np5OD9-g4GXzKbf7oaLvbSAxmBr7Lkgspz/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367032126385935746" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoKp9f0baWKLEsQ0bYMra91zs5ORyAkOSvmRg8xE7A2ARIeNEEsrWghpy6MWK4shRLGGnruLieviHFbBvX0_TicGLcxRVNRWO6xqDFpgYyZ8ULlWP1kfFMjhemsVcHUiGQcYnPhJbuTlJ/s1600-h/IMG_2872.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoKp9f0baWKLEsQ0bYMra91zs5ORyAkOSvmRg8xE7A2ARIeNEEsrWghpy6MWK4shRLGGnruLieviHFbBvX0_TicGLcxRVNRWO6xqDFpgYyZ8ULlWP1kfFMjhemsVcHUiGQcYnPhJbuTlJ/s320/IMG_2872.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367033602833022658" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-90045446543699468672009-08-03T05:04:00.001-07:002009-08-03T19:20:15.915-07:00Our Recent WinsJust back from a 10 hour drive to Canfield Ohio for a Bull Terrier specialty put on by the <a href="http://www.buckeyebtc.com/">Buckeye Bull Terrier Club. </a>It is a great weekend on a sprawling fairgrounds and weather usually plays into the picture. In years past we have had faint worthy heat. This year we had rain with flooding on Friday. I was wearing knee high muckboots and the rain came Over my ankle. Everyone with ankle muckboots was soaked! This pic is UNDER our tent After it had Subsided LOL! You cant really tell but the water was flowing. You could have had rubber duck races.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpBou7WacwU_xrfxyGqBTn8h_qZYr-umQsfI2YNYrAnXOVB7BGmgiPMGCHCrIzxINYHYmUfiMASjQLqSFvwhLFPj0My-0ITQ56o4mMKnuppToscHjpvJH7-BrA8U3qpCe3BjE6c9hWxki/s1600-h/P1030446.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxpBou7WacwU_xrfxyGqBTn8h_qZYr-umQsfI2YNYrAnXOVB7BGmgiPMGCHCrIzxINYHYmUfiMASjQLqSFvwhLFPj0My-0ITQ56o4mMKnuppToscHjpvJH7-BrA8U3qpCe3BjE6c9hWxki/s320/P1030446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365708586284426082" /></a><div>This is my local friend Patti. She came out in the pouring rain; it stopped long enough for our pic but she had to throw her shoes out when she got home! We had been on-line friends for 2 years but had never met and this was also her first dog show! We had a great time and she took all the wet and muck in stride.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1OCASd4BBrM7pWdrXABniiQrO3w-b6zuMPS7FzaGxC0haW3lUqinlzGk2_FuJm5Y9vQsPiOgPZvJUghvI-K_sOfJWpdJReEM-hB5RIMgkwf6WZi963M-5dIGyIqIHLmc-2a2tYnkPNGb/s1600-h/Dede028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG1OCASd4BBrM7pWdrXABniiQrO3w-b6zuMPS7FzaGxC0haW3lUqinlzGk2_FuJm5Y9vQsPiOgPZvJUghvI-K_sOfJWpdJReEM-hB5RIMgkwf6WZi963M-5dIGyIqIHLmc-2a2tYnkPNGb/s400/Dede028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365920668161797426" /></a></div><div>Friday I was showing my puppies Rose and Huey under breeder judge Claudia Sharp. I usually "enhance" my show dogs with the appropriate "makeup" (did I just say that in a public forum?). I did powder my white Huey a bit but I decided to let Rose go in "naked". She is quite pristine and yet I have Never NOT touched her up to some degree. I have never sent a dog in the ring au naturale. But I took a long hard look at her and decided to go for it and let her stand on her own in all her glory. She is a very correct lovely girl and even though we were competing in a puppy class, I believed she could do well. And she did! She took Winners Bitch and went on to Best of Winners for a 5 point major and 2 ROM points! Her first AKC points - a nice way to start a show career. Here is a pic of her about 2 weeks before the show. She also has a perfect bite all the way around and moves freely like a dream. She has a pink show lead:) She is alllll girl.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5y2Nsk4ujfPIs_AlMtd1Oyy3Eqo7XST8x15lo31LqBA7dkBH4fxfppjF0c73P9XAYZfBbMEV4LP0pxtIPJBMqy8EjkBHqXzhL_Hu7Ms80u2WiijHqK_sWvT1gBxonzxEizp39zQrpkDj/s1600-h/IMG_2396_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW5y2Nsk4ujfPIs_AlMtd1Oyy3Eqo7XST8x15lo31LqBA7dkBH4fxfppjF0c73P9XAYZfBbMEV4LP0pxtIPJBMqy8EjkBHqXzhL_Hu7Ms80u2WiijHqK_sWvT1gBxonzxEizp39zQrpkDj/s320/IMG_2396_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365756690765038210" /></a> <div>Saturday was a BIG show - the largest bull terrier entry of the year. Mary Remer was judging and as she is slated to judge Silverwood in Oct. (our most prestigious breed event), so many people turned out to see what she thought of their dogs. Huey was in the first class of the day and he did nicely for me (he barely had 4 feet on the floor at once for Claudia the day before). He went on to Reserve Winners Dog, which was a Very nice placement for him out of the 9-12 month class. Here he is asking Mary for the win. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbePgCNGXR_npREOuSuNtzRdPQAhgYg8vXcZVRjCTyPzrqXcAgNmkp-VRJpNaJNf8E_-KMKbrugUI3PqqnCwVOjGJgMjIKpYeGvP6u9k9RSwzZX6LPL29ZKF11S7UVZLcUVF3BynzMHE1j/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbePgCNGXR_npREOuSuNtzRdPQAhgYg8vXcZVRjCTyPzrqXcAgNmkp-VRJpNaJNf8E_-KMKbrugUI3PqqnCwVOjGJgMjIKpYeGvP6u9k9RSwzZX6LPL29ZKF11S7UVZLcUVF3BynzMHE1j/s320/IMG_2942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365772659393174882" /></a></div><div>And here he is sitting pretty for me. I never taught him to sit. I dont teach any of my show dogs to sit! But he has done this since he was a pup. He is very attentive and that is a Good thing in a show dog. Especially the males who can be spacey and sluggish. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMrWVd7loJgR8lcRMD-r25dAjqzuUJyvTZVzrLxIf3lTixnhruS09YTHYY789FUk8wFpcrZMnr93RGbvLFhlsuy3cus8TPDflJWwUfWemFB7Lyfex8mus9UxyCu0XIcQU2L6goBLjRrMS/s1600-h/IMG_2943.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMrWVd7loJgR8lcRMD-r25dAjqzuUJyvTZVzrLxIf3lTixnhruS09YTHYY789FUk8wFpcrZMnr93RGbvLFhlsuy3cus8TPDflJWwUfWemFB7Lyfex8mus9UxyCu0XIcQU2L6goBLjRrMS/s320/IMG_2943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365920357795893554" /></a></div><div>Then the BOV class....many gorgeous dogs came and the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze and it was a picture perfect show day. Competition was hard and Mary put us through our paces. She had us move a lot, which was great for me because Java LOVES to move! She did beautifully for me, even giving me her ears at least 50% of the time, which is 50% more than usual!</div><div><br /></div><div>Mary pulled us out along with 2 other bitches for a last look.....and then moved us to the head of the line. We took BOV! This was a weekend of a lifetime for sure!<div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlQoJpuURe6TjkDeyJRQ-EQqJzoXlthGhMr0M1f1SaQn3YfWU7MEhZE4OJRHqCGv22PpwORIPg7ODqu-reJ20gpiR8sp3Y4EUYYN7lk-Cmri-OUZHarOImIASIiB-nkrTIz7qZLFhFU_T/s1600-h/P1030454.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwlQoJpuURe6TjkDeyJRQ-EQqJzoXlthGhMr0M1f1SaQn3YfWU7MEhZE4OJRHqCGv22PpwORIPg7ODqu-reJ20gpiR8sp3Y4EUYYN7lk-Cmri-OUZHarOImIASIiB-nkrTIz7qZLFhFU_T/s320/P1030454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365710195493551042" /></a></div></div>We had a 10 hr. drive home but we had to stay for group, this had been Such an honor. I handed Java over to Pete Denbow (see him below in an older blog entry). Here is Pete and his assistant Ryan putting some finishing touches on Java before Terrier Group.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwERp0EFNGBo2VTjmnf6upk9gg1Y6GLKl7AvSFjxI5p1x1o57T5Dy0NqCWJx_IVEepylu73Cwv-rQ35_mEGH7taLbwuR9y_JYugnZ09gds8Chdoh5iBMYwGDcsqfqQhI1OqonoK1Oe_MYX/s1600-h/IMG_2953.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwERp0EFNGBo2VTjmnf6upk9gg1Y6GLKl7AvSFjxI5p1x1o57T5Dy0NqCWJx_IVEepylu73Cwv-rQ35_mEGH7taLbwuR9y_JYugnZ09gds8Chdoh5iBMYwGDcsqfqQhI1OqonoK1Oe_MYX/s320/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365924191151989282" /></a></div><div>And here is Pete getting her to pay him attention and "give her ears".<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2DsGmUGSMNJe_hFmla7jt0R0lRZdFH0ukwWpvdlvRQSeYw_uCMAKdAqfUGDGscD-kJDc4WkbFZXcK64zy4_NgXwvJMeJ7h1J2TZNOn2gLiU2Pa8x7_2aPkU-ltyBdq3iWevBmtYY-qo_/s1600-h/IMG_2957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2DsGmUGSMNJe_hFmla7jt0R0lRZdFH0ukwWpvdlvRQSeYw_uCMAKdAqfUGDGscD-kJDc4WkbFZXcK64zy4_NgXwvJMeJ7h1J2TZNOn2gLiU2Pa8x7_2aPkU-ltyBdq3iWevBmtYY-qo_/s320/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365925643073661618" /></a></div><div>He has a sibling of Rose and Huey's and he did beautifully with her in group and Java got pulled by the judge! Here they are waiting their turn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnYkUwCUWPNdR9i58Czj9iM-hrp5Tzn0Gd12Uw-TQegiKnsbGZUL0eYuHxT8lq1NApSCpF_Kn89jPQy_diJ165G7r14137gWdYEMWnLJPt4eyuJLZoH8SgbrN5SxcWMdGQRVJSZQV1waq/s1600-h/IMG_2973.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqnYkUwCUWPNdR9i58Czj9iM-hrp5Tzn0Gd12Uw-TQegiKnsbGZUL0eYuHxT8lq1NApSCpF_Kn89jPQy_diJ165G7r14137gWdYEMWnLJPt4eyuJLZoH8SgbrN5SxcWMdGQRVJSZQV1waq/s400/IMG_2973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365922097284098418" /></a></div><div>And here is Pete's boy, the sibling, Iko. He will be hitting the show circuit soon!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglku3LR1xvh4bprn-Ov3pv4ikBlbngyTR7cUi79SW8w0_gkN2_VT8WfBXYg8Y8A70d-sMGbn4EBtsi2E-uqEBVb7xa4wqmvUBgLa2SEf-zQL0GoTTAkoa-wmKUn7znGXFRl2qzKnZW372G/s1600-h/IMG_2905.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglku3LR1xvh4bprn-Ov3pv4ikBlbngyTR7cUi79SW8w0_gkN2_VT8WfBXYg8Y8A70d-sMGbn4EBtsi2E-uqEBVb7xa4wqmvUBgLa2SEf-zQL0GoTTAkoa-wmKUn7znGXFRl2qzKnZW372G/s320/IMG_2905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365927237924522706" /></a><div>Thank you to the Buckeye Club and Congrats to all the other winners. I know of a few that finished their dogs, which is always a great feeling of accomplishment! By the way, the Vendor Dollars as prizes were GREAT! I came home with two lovely leashes. Fabulous idea!<br /><br />Here is a bonus pic of Rose playing in the mud before she got bathed for the show. Wet rat!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfSBkmfgR6ma5zeqoM14V3mK_f1IBJhJxLjulLLLLYP1KQh2568GXH2cu6gg21BsCfqnNZ0-P5GyK8Liz32GzB4BeuumrZqe-iKCTZ1PXxHqOiclU4huJeRHh9Cvl1IPurn_MqK3z1PtG/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMfSBkmfgR6ma5zeqoM14V3mK_f1IBJhJxLjulLLLLYP1KQh2568GXH2cu6gg21BsCfqnNZ0-P5GyK8Liz32GzB4BeuumrZqe-iKCTZ1PXxHqOiclU4huJeRHh9Cvl1IPurn_MqK3z1PtG/s200/IMG_2890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365768432724669202" /></a><br /><br /></div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-27421581375203541152009-07-21T16:54:00.000-07:002009-07-29T16:58:12.097-07:00Ch. Hope Springs Eternal ROM x Ch. Action Captain America ROM<div>Introducing the white Mommy Hope</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAw8xUY1qdHFJzIRZUVpZkBgliAlbApbx_Of5L195HWx-mDEZno1c6cbcUQs3albJEYByTY0p8C_ReJFzM5MHb-Xi1PWHUlOJANLuyCQcQWuOOWOKFtDwYVTfAYi5PVieAPJ4UISB_jd9/s1600-h/IMG_2288_3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKAw8xUY1qdHFJzIRZUVpZkBgliAlbApbx_Of5L195HWx-mDEZno1c6cbcUQs3albJEYByTY0p8C_ReJFzM5MHb-Xi1PWHUlOJANLuyCQcQWuOOWOKFtDwYVTfAYi5PVieAPJ4UISB_jd9/s400/IMG_2288_3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364030513131061026" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and brindle and white daddy Shayne. You can see more of him at the <a href="http://www.actionbullterriers.com/">Action Bull Terrier site.</a></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVutPe36LuoKwRCqITDkkSEAe9ni3GwoTq2NpZl2SF_cIlAIe9wzEkGYzYYC0WetnyGFAEiBe7v1mqURg6GcaOPrnPykuiCYQHc5KShhVfCmFvaMkB8WlD1t5GX0qcC2oerpQuq6HDXsNq/s1600-h/actioncaptainamerica2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVutPe36LuoKwRCqITDkkSEAe9ni3GwoTq2NpZl2SF_cIlAIe9wzEkGYzYYC0WetnyGFAEiBe7v1mqURg6GcaOPrnPykuiCYQHc5KShhVfCmFvaMkB8WlD1t5GX0qcC2oerpQuq6HDXsNq/s400/actioncaptainamerica2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364030128261840418" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My second litter was whelped July 20th, 2009. Hope was Huge and very excited about showing off her belly to everyone. She became quite happy toward the end of her pregnancy and seemed to be looking forward to having her babies. Here is Hope in labor about 2 hours before she gave birth to pup #1). </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78hR66GGz-d6EunSDh91SEzFu78iVfeu1u00PUMSaAN4sPVcDZ_Kdna1taiOgwUHqGBUjDITxiMdMhy5zB2rvyMgjFzh4WIMsnxyAaqd70rBM4jDbwZ0ZfYTexaxUhtV4ALyI_K8NUaLQ/s1600-h/IMG_2653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78hR66GGz-d6EunSDh91SEzFu78iVfeu1u00PUMSaAN4sPVcDZ_Kdna1taiOgwUHqGBUjDITxiMdMhy5zB2rvyMgjFzh4WIMsnxyAaqd70rBM4jDbwZ0ZfYTexaxUhtV4ALyI_K8NUaLQ/s400/IMG_2653.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364013151839052450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Marion predicted that she would have an easy birth and pop 'em out. I asked her why she thought that and she said it was just a hunch. Well, lucky for all of us, she was right! The birth itself pretty much went like clockwork.<br /><br />All six babies were born between 4 and 9am. Four girls and two boys just like her last litter. This time we got 2 brindle and white girls, a black brindle and white girl, an all white girl, a white boy with black eye smudge and a black brindle and white boy. Hope, and therefore the humans attending her, had an easy time. Pam Rys, who has had bull terriers for a long, long time had never seen puppies being born. So she was on-call and came over in the wee hours to see the last 4 born.<br /><br />Marion was there, of course, but BJ Ralston and I were trying to manage the litter as best we could by ourselves. I was trying to get the hang of this; BJ has more experience. But of course, whenever there was a question we would call upon Marion who with barely a glance would diagnose what was needed. It could be something simple....like she would tell us to take Hope out for a pee. And we would think, what does that have to do with anything, and sure enough right after she would pee we would get some more contractions. Or some time would go by and there would seemingly be no progression and Marion would stick her finger "up there" and say "Oh give it about 10 minutes and BAM damn if things didnt happen exactly 10 minutes later LOL. I equate it to my cake decorating and food experience (which you can see on my </span><a href="http://dedewilson.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">food blog</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">). People will say things like "I cant believe you made that cake! It is so beautiful!" and Im thinking to myself, "This is what I do for a living, I better be able to make cakes that look this good!" LOL. Its the same with Marion. She's been doing this for almost 40 years so of course she knows how to whelp a dog!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here is a pic of Pup #1 right after birth, a brindle and white girl with a thin white stripe down the center of her face. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2W2fYgiA4F3z92YOXdPdgV1TIsnshpOzU4HWtxheADWhfjtkLSyNgqkV8BmsI3VkObXYSFFr_jKZVLZwn9WytIhG33-O_DXQiRnjl27Fyih4_NUoIi3sMsSpNAcUqu0j2QFqdOoaLOLH/s1600-h/IMG_2656.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2W2fYgiA4F3z92YOXdPdgV1TIsnshpOzU4HWtxheADWhfjtkLSyNgqkV8BmsI3VkObXYSFFr_jKZVLZwn9WytIhG33-O_DXQiRnjl27Fyih4_NUoIi3sMsSpNAcUqu0j2QFqdOoaLOLH/s400/IMG_2656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364015630837142306" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She also has a "moustache"! I asked Franne Berez if any of the daddy's side of the family had that marking (as I couldnt think of any Winsor dogs that did). Guess what? It comes from her daddy and grand-dad. Here is her 'stache. She is leaning on her pure white (yellow) sister - more on her below.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_658a9MoIdJNxHPpxPboFUXgAIt64rWSmgZE4NIKdRjVbGdGgFNVlXgjv_BzoiyMvTUwB_kzY80d0F_DwB_yF82LvGxPFF_fHf_YI-rIh3Ukn9u4D2KiiYwnN7YnvnCnEOApuWwL0ko4/s1600-h/IMG_2754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2_658a9MoIdJNxHPpxPboFUXgAIt64rWSmgZE4NIKdRjVbGdGgFNVlXgjv_BzoiyMvTUwB_kzY80d0F_DwB_yF82LvGxPFF_fHf_YI-rIh3Ukn9u4D2KiiYwnN7YnvnCnEOApuWwL0ko4/s320/IMG_2754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364025686722661298" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since this girl came out yellow from poop, I started calling her "Saffron".</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46p2ZarEGb122_9ij_B4eWlfYJfcTC2xayVXfqR7fveu0I5gQdiRnsi93kZ3uKmW4WL1gQM_yUyzUWkdIYuIIlHizpj9FsPng1ANQJbTOoRaX_tH_kaCS40Qq6kOmAmCZyb2qKdRgdOtd/s1600-h/IMG_2686.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi46p2ZarEGb122_9ij_B4eWlfYJfcTC2xayVXfqR7fveu0I5gQdiRnsi93kZ3uKmW4WL1gQM_yUyzUWkdIYuIIlHizpj9FsPng1ANQJbTOoRaX_tH_kaCS40Qq6kOmAmCZyb2qKdRgdOtd/s320/IMG_2686.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364026766990104482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here is the white boy with black eye and brindle girl with broad white blaze.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8KK9Ue5m3tHkI3Uqlm0jS5hA9INivnsKasjydpbSqXVz1Rz3RiLY4q7EcYeNInPLURAyKTNkJkYR02Ts_nYQUhY_K5xY2YKj2Hbs95Xe-RfcilB7xJ6tRow1mbfmz03ofSQ553C_bXoG/s1600-h/IMG_2700.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8KK9Ue5m3tHkI3Uqlm0jS5hA9INivnsKasjydpbSqXVz1Rz3RiLY4q7EcYeNInPLURAyKTNkJkYR02Ts_nYQUhY_K5xY2YKj2Hbs95Xe-RfcilB7xJ6tRow1mbfmz03ofSQ553C_bXoG/s320/IMG_2700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364031585568462226" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></div><div>Here is Pam Rys holding the two brindle girls. I know the pups are blurry but I wanted to get a pic of Pam in there!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF1AnRKR-AmDTegDF0cpiHQ4J8KR39pECE8PfCK9849fsFWghOVYMAd_SomcbNnr0snzPiVhVkOtk-ASmPVwfAVqN45g4NMDZsBiwr6Lpu74WgI8mUP_Lqy86i9bEIwLn84kturBopk0G/s1600-h/IMG_2692.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaF1AnRKR-AmDTegDF0cpiHQ4J8KR39pECE8PfCK9849fsFWghOVYMAd_SomcbNnr0snzPiVhVkOtk-ASmPVwfAVqN45g4NMDZsBiwr6Lpu74WgI8mUP_Lqy86i9bEIwLn84kturBopk0G/s320/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364024833454115746" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here is a wet pic of the black brindle bitch with the white face. The black Just reaches her eyes on both sides.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXVsiQB2NKRC-HxaKz5an9mq9NFcJkebSNKlPwRE4haZuqwkkmYE3r5cgkJeZQFkD2Idy9pWjEyOL4vmxV9-qnHkGE7H7NjtAtHQSSUffbplFM5OsMZKp0a6S0kaxY-CGKCjUMTwQYmIp/s1600-h/IMG_2661.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXVsiQB2NKRC-HxaKz5an9mq9NFcJkebSNKlPwRE4haZuqwkkmYE3r5cgkJeZQFkD2Idy9pWjEyOL4vmxV9-qnHkGE7H7NjtAtHQSSUffbplFM5OsMZKp0a6S0kaxY-CGKCjUMTwQYmIp/s400/IMG_2661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364016747175762338" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And here is her other side. She is held by Evie Chouinard, another friend who helped at the whelping. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOTMvtfI9_TublyXBiL3kSUfHF8dvCzACHMNRr8NIXCU5VrxGt0HLOWNFTfRciidGMiMgLj4hvRYk7ew9lU_scH713SYf-4IZDTtoesQiBD5tNXtCAaaicaxoixNof7R42CHoD3PZyWD1/s1600-h/IMG_2689.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOTMvtfI9_TublyXBiL3kSUfHF8dvCzACHMNRr8NIXCU5VrxGt0HLOWNFTfRciidGMiMgLj4hvRYk7ew9lU_scH713SYf-4IZDTtoesQiBD5tNXtCAaaicaxoixNof7R42CHoD3PZyWD1/s320/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364019429211510514" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We had an all-female crackerjack team. Here is BJ arriving with her daughter Bristol at about 3:00AM</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeXoN9up_HZPwNc8CVd2NYNz39fwMx0KNuEN0DOvaDC5SeMdTRsWkajf68V3FTjAhkaZJCZzVe8hcN5o5sq54K3iwxVjSLoClS77dNAO_29DhzsUg8bnhcu1o4uD9hmr8ehdiewYkmgQb/s1600-h/IMG_2647.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeXoN9up_HZPwNc8CVd2NYNz39fwMx0KNuEN0DOvaDC5SeMdTRsWkajf68V3FTjAhkaZJCZzVe8hcN5o5sq54K3iwxVjSLoClS77dNAO_29DhzsUg8bnhcu1o4uD9hmr8ehdiewYkmgQb/s320/IMG_2647.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364022563021500722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bristol came prepared with mask, gloves and a notebook to take detailed notes of who came out first, noted the time of birth, color, markings, sex and whether we got an afterbirth with the puppy. You Have to make sure you get all the afterbirths out; this time around once the last pup came out there were still 3 afterbirths int here! It took a few hours, but them came out with the help of a "clean-out" shot of oxytocin. NO I am not going to show you a pic of an afterbirth. I would if I had one, but I dont LOL. Consider yourself lucky. Hope slurped them up like candy.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hope nursing her babies! Left to right: both brindle girls, then "Saffron:, then Cappy the black brindle boy, then black brindle girl and lastly my white male.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq5WCo2BAZOqsmjKCKoQVkblcQgWzMRx9I8eClGcAmadETEVKo-m4N51gayfZ-ChOWigebLGND6HOVoUSwFcSbMbV4l5KuY9ZQR6RfKTY8AcTiA8VW8pVsxoH6-IbMJldMUmtPE8mJrH-/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLq5WCo2BAZOqsmjKCKoQVkblcQgWzMRx9I8eClGcAmadETEVKo-m4N51gayfZ-ChOWigebLGND6HOVoUSwFcSbMbV4l5KuY9ZQR6RfKTY8AcTiA8VW8pVsxoH6-IbMJldMUmtPE8mJrH-/s400/IMG_2766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364028056570509170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />In the photo below we have top to bottom: yellow Saffron kind of hiding underneath, brindle girl getting a Big suck, black brindle boy Cappy, our mustache girl and the white boy with black eye. Cappy got his name because he has that little beanie style cap on his head and its short for Captain, an homage to his daddy. His AKC name will be Legacy Winsor This Is Your Captain Speaking.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC-tli8KIGDh2vJo98kUSmdZhSSzTQD9BsTTNPMwphYqzQQ02ZIq3wWZIe3Rn7YSNfps70l7be_GXhR2cUyMs3BVR9wInZkyiUeCpijfvv1oMa_9KfejdKQ96sJGbjAn0Bf2oYBEuUYJT/s1600-h/IMG_2710.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzC-tli8KIGDh2vJo98kUSmdZhSSzTQD9BsTTNPMwphYqzQQ02ZIq3wWZIe3Rn7YSNfps70l7be_GXhR2cUyMs3BVR9wInZkyiUeCpijfvv1oMa_9KfejdKQ96sJGbjAn0Bf2oYBEuUYJT/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364029828112823442" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And here is dear, sweet Hope having a well earned nap after the last came out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucUFwcxvGO9aQ1oNMHJnOKIGc1gKejwYB_5lIjRkUe__BO70hsxxfcfP0lOfRqnD26e7UQl-x2EjDMGgSdtrmOySQwPJrv_S82eB3d3w7d8XZ2KNLBhd1ye_p5V7YUBRDhVLtYDc5Kr6W/s1600-h/IMG_2713.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjucUFwcxvGO9aQ1oNMHJnOKIGc1gKejwYB_5lIjRkUe__BO70hsxxfcfP0lOfRqnD26e7UQl-x2EjDMGgSdtrmOySQwPJrv_S82eB3d3w7d8XZ2KNLBhd1ye_p5V7YUBRDhVLtYDc5Kr6W/s320/IMG_2713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364033454102369778" /></a><br />Anyway, Day 1 went well with everyone, Hope and babies were thriving. Day 2 I was doing the day shift and the little white boy seemed very quiet. I was very careful all day long, making sure no one got squished. Instinctually I kept thinking he was different and mentioned to Marion a few times that I thought so...but I never did raise the alarm because nothing dramatic enough hit me over the head. Long story short, by the end of the day we had lost him. Looking back at Day 1 he had come out a bit blue, but this is not that unusual with bullies and he breathed right away after a vigorous shake down and some pinches (again not unusual for BT births). He also bled a bit when his cord was cut but again, this is not a huge red flag. He seemed to roll onto his back a lot and then not be able to right himself. So much so that we nicknamed him turtle. Did this mean anything? We chose not to do a autopsy, so we will never know for sure. There might have been something wrong with him and he might never have thrived. Or he might have become chilled or was under-nourished. It's almost too much to think about. After all, Hope didnt go looking for this. We acted as gods and made this happen and are responsible for it all, the good and the bad. And in this game the bad can mean death. I dont want to end on such a low note. It is just the facts. I am writing this a week and a half later and ALL are doing very very well. More pics to come. </span></div></div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-34350711608339646972009-07-20T16:06:00.000-07:002009-07-22T15:24:50.877-07:00What’s Wrong with These Pictures?I’m sure you are looking at the food. But look closer.<br /><br />Cue the soundtrack from Jaws.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XeiertelyDwrMw-RbaSNkxmkTnOOY-eD94K-Km_TdvU5C5S4n_XCej3dK6HiwlI6Nw9je0xTsSM18YorPHuAzyriyCoaCNVudYSeGB8Y8yVn8jRwiingWkbqPLQdDOQqQo3Y5UwEmeJh/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7XeiertelyDwrMw-RbaSNkxmkTnOOY-eD94K-Km_TdvU5C5S4n_XCej3dK6HiwlI6Nw9je0xTsSM18YorPHuAzyriyCoaCNVudYSeGB8Y8yVn8jRwiingWkbqPLQdDOQqQo3Y5UwEmeJh/s400/IMG_2556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361413033167187250" /><br />I was taking pictures for my </a><a href="http://dedewilson.blogspot.com/">food blog</a> outside on my deck. The food was placed on my tempered glass outdoor table and Beckett was hanging around. I guess he figured the closest he could get to the food was to be right underneath it, where he could see it. Come to think of it, with the bright sun all he could see was the plate, more specifically the outline of the plate. Like the way they say a shark sees the outline of a turtle or a person on a surfboard resembling a turtle from the depths below. Right before they strike. I did give him some pea pods and salmon skin after the photo shoot, so don’t feel sorry for him.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErCXkHeOncYcL4ab3mJDtaRIJD36NHL6qemzsT1Tze7XCM_P5j1XVxluekHewF2yKxCXUPnByzcveGnbK3xlzCynYkYw04ixoyqp_0NnWRJ8F_8xfftmsR3DjuV30H6Ao57dZbhn-L3vT/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErCXkHeOncYcL4ab3mJDtaRIJD36NHL6qemzsT1Tze7XCM_P5j1XVxluekHewF2yKxCXUPnByzcveGnbK3xlzCynYkYw04ixoyqp_0NnWRJ8F_8xfftmsR3DjuV30H6Ao57dZbhn-L3vT/s400/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361413698075468738" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNP9UPopZKvUsd3hFPKTtOSj4kuc29xuzJhEtUTAzmGU5ruvuUGMsgOO0erpeKUw1BEMQ7gTy2vNfWZxAp0AuVM08UW5A18scMm99NrnlYxFOLCSG2qqQ21dyGORDmWk-Tq3L3P6NwW9w/s1600-h/IMG_2555.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNP9UPopZKvUsd3hFPKTtOSj4kuc29xuzJhEtUTAzmGU5ruvuUGMsgOO0erpeKUw1BEMQ7gTy2vNfWZxAp0AuVM08UW5A18scMm99NrnlYxFOLCSG2qqQ21dyGORDmWk-Tq3L3P6NwW9w/s400/IMG_2555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361413843252632322" /></a></div><div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CXHCpQ1WUixa1Va26UKDRsoWciz_TkrZfWQz2sMTffO7sg878rleZj_H8Rp2gidHtk12ZgUydiCX9F9tk3EKKMphpIUlricTwPceFbEviO24XH1WHtfNVBTT-36K8Z8uG0bSAlrmdFWE/s1600-h/IMG_2551.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CXHCpQ1WUixa1Va26UKDRsoWciz_TkrZfWQz2sMTffO7sg878rleZj_H8Rp2gidHtk12ZgUydiCX9F9tk3EKKMphpIUlricTwPceFbEviO24XH1WHtfNVBTT-36K8Z8uG0bSAlrmdFWE/s400/IMG_2551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361412742942675666" /><br /><br /></a></div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-44678953460924782092009-07-15T17:42:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:15:14.127-07:00The BronzeWell, to say the puppies made a splash up at The Bronze weekend in Canada (May 1 - 3 2009) is an understatement. I don't mind bragging since all I'm doing is reporting the judge's opinion:)<div>I haven't posted in a long while, so I am playing catch-up. Please indulge me. Marion and I decided to try and get ROM points on both Huey and Rose, so we planned on just going to specialty shows for a while. The Bronze weekend is a big bull terrier specialty weekend just north of Niagara Falls, with the added benefit of being able to pick up Canadian points. Five shows in three days. Exhausting but a helluva lota fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>To give the pups some real ring experience, I brought them to a small show in RI the weekend before. Rose took a Terrier Puppy Group 2 and Huey took G3!</div><div><br /></div><div>Up in Canada, we had one of those weekends that sometimes come but once in a lifetime. The pups were in the 6 to 9 month classes and each of them won their FIVE classes over the weekend. Huey went on to win Winners Dog both Friday (under Ray Sharp) and Sunday (under Mark Phillips). Huey won Best Puppy at one show and Rose won it the other four times.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8HcC8HoPKKMuBcbaGLyyNxifwhqhVRp9ETQbZtFmw40Ge8ZUke2LMM2ZS3RRMazCm7NgUjJ7db9Aqrkp7vyQ1i_LTnK8-Xpv3lIxG8zwNUxSSj-oHVFMzqfmwnyv5Evgws77Heqd4266/s1600-h/HueyBOSOpen039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8HcC8HoPKKMuBcbaGLyyNxifwhqhVRp9ETQbZtFmw40Ge8ZUke2LMM2ZS3RRMazCm7NgUjJ7db9Aqrkp7vyQ1i_LTnK8-Xpv3lIxG8zwNUxSSj-oHVFMzqfmwnyv5Evgws77Heqd4266/s400/HueyBOSOpen039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361410734162593202" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IoKawsZVUWKGpNIlg_k4og4thDW2mzOmqHrx9xLFcpj0Zq6rm0kI2rxgiVqZj4QV_D9-fHge4xhBwKVsTuWLWVaa1s_ggw5j8Ea_po-qDs76RvTBVg1CmMsrbxXdjHQupvoCo9dJJ-3/s1600-h/Rose+BestPuppyBTFanciers036_4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1IoKawsZVUWKGpNIlg_k4og4thDW2mzOmqHrx9xLFcpj0Zq6rm0kI2rxgiVqZj4QV_D9-fHge4xhBwKVsTuWLWVaa1s_ggw5j8Ea_po-qDs76RvTBVg1CmMsrbxXdjHQupvoCo9dJJ-3/s400/Rose+BestPuppyBTFanciers036_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361411009781934338" /></a><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXnRrVVPFV3LQVW7YD4q-j6sX-kXXFbcOx_DbbIIRx1fgsD2GJlnv1dlJRuY94nXUaW-VLL9kiPRQe8eopAihyEXD-8QI148NQOWBRXvdjOxsT0vnQiqm1pXHv5fWJe8aL08ZhnZ4XTGt/s1600-h/HueyBOSOpen039_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXnRrVVPFV3LQVW7YD4q-j6sX-kXXFbcOx_DbbIIRx1fgsD2GJlnv1dlJRuY94nXUaW-VLL9kiPRQe8eopAihyEXD-8QI148NQOWBRXvdjOxsT0vnQiqm1pXHv5fWJe8aL08ZhnZ4XTGt/s400/HueyBOSOpen039_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361411438928799986" /></a>Rose won The Open Show (under Sandee Frascone), with Huey taking Best of Opposite Sex. Rose also won the Sweepstakes on Sunday with Huey again taking BOS. All told we got their names on four different permanent silver trophies, following in other Winsor dog's footprints.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1f8dw-Gd9WesEFuEN-M-yhOlG7BMAmx0BlQnqTLAD7igvv2hiHOjLAPPLo5HK2iAINIbgM6L0sH_qtAJwDBgU6DGgDwwb7YQKuB8RmXDApGUaF8yYLMvCdABA2yMOLKug_-2JOHgNZd8/s1600-h/RoseBISweeps038.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ1f8dw-Gd9WesEFuEN-M-yhOlG7BMAmx0BlQnqTLAD7igvv2hiHOjLAPPLo5HK2iAINIbgM6L0sH_qtAJwDBgU6DGgDwwb7YQKuB8RmXDApGUaF8yYLMvCdABA2yMOLKug_-2JOHgNZd8/s400/RoseBISweeps038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361411283528018354" /></a>Miss Java (Ch. Winsor's Hot Mocha Java ROM) took Best of Opposite Sex on Sunday. She is in the picture below. Many people think she is Rose's mother, but she isnt! They do look cute standing side by side. Rose looks like a Mini-me version of Java.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4T58qeJ_1QTj3edKnGyc9X5AsgCqWoMyfAykByn4wTOvwYc1sb1TGcidJCDNRpu7VzUZq2h7jdjxs7n9Mw3HjMM3GfJgQovhqCmxCNQjRFXcYoNrLYOo2uUZKpxYcCAQ8mJXxD9mXojg/s1600-h/JavaBOSBTFanciers037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4T58qeJ_1QTj3edKnGyc9X5AsgCqWoMyfAykByn4wTOvwYc1sb1TGcidJCDNRpu7VzUZq2h7jdjxs7n9Mw3HjMM3GfJgQovhqCmxCNQjRFXcYoNrLYOo2uUZKpxYcCAQ8mJXxD9mXojg/s400/JavaBOSBTFanciers037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361411748470945762" /></a></div><div>Freeman and I were flying in and out of the rings so many times, I think poor little Rose was in the ring 8 times on Saturday! She was an extraordinary trooper and never lagged energy. Wish I could say the same about the humans on the ends of the lead!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlHTvJbafN2PERm64s2BlvxDxIs8ABj1kIvG3M2iaoPiFLXawMxWaaqsYi6UujlkAGuo5o8hwf7ZEC1P-N0zlsV8zFaCw0VrBqh284YZ2_J_lEknpVnDeuqgsnWriEE3Dwl9ahuG1tgbj/s1600-h/HueyBOSSweepsFanciers040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhlHTvJbafN2PERm64s2BlvxDxIs8ABj1kIvG3M2iaoPiFLXawMxWaaqsYi6UujlkAGuo5o8hwf7ZEC1P-N0zlsV8zFaCw0VrBqh284YZ2_J_lEknpVnDeuqgsnWriEE3Dwl9ahuG1tgbj/s400/HueyBOSSweepsFanciers040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361412004553533010" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>If you are a Bull Terrier fancier and like to show you must come to this weekend. It is always fun, with the added excitement of showing the whites and coloreds together (as they do in every country other than the US!).</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuJnNTe1BxnUinhs0SnrWPLgKbs-XJRt3Tmfb6Ep4MMIxIOKDdNfKJqwFFf1PZMkRk342GY92sbeHMiXeFDJhrWmMSGd0IBeTN7YtnKMAJH9tvzuwMgErwWKFVwu2h8h5uN-_RBFC2x3R/s1600-h/bul+SE-1-31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsuJnNTe1BxnUinhs0SnrWPLgKbs-XJRt3Tmfb6Ep4MMIxIOKDdNfKJqwFFf1PZMkRk342GY92sbeHMiXeFDJhrWmMSGd0IBeTN7YtnKMAJH9tvzuwMgErwWKFVwu2h8h5uN-_RBFC2x3R/s400/bul+SE-1-31.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361412173531426786" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-43199249630301801382009-07-14T18:11:00.001-07:002009-07-22T15:10:42.790-07:00Bull Terrier Club of New England "A" Match and Fun MatchOur BTCNE club has applied for AKC recognition and were required to hold an "A" match. As we didnt want to exclude spayed/neutered dogs, pets, rescue dogs etc., we also held a Fun Match which was open to all, including 3 to 6 month olds. Lucky for me because Huey and Rose were just shy of 6 months on April 19th when we held the matches. <div><br /></div><div>Rose won Best Puppy in the Fun Match and got this very large, very fancy ribbon to wear around her neck. We were off basking in the glow when all of a sudden our number was being called again. It never occurred to me that we would go head-to-head with the Best Adult in the match, but we had to hustle back into the ring.</div><div><br /></div><div>TA DA! Rose won Best In Match and received an even larger ribbon! We hope this speaks to great things ahead. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKrWwHSM3uwo-HG9UmutVMR9Oig_-KjZEsF4fnhv7-qErkQs_tsgUPGtwPkjO6yFARVzR8ZwFGExr37Olazwx0bBZ9rIyTGCyLicJyHdgFugXNyvf-w8PbU_fQpva3znSUOAlp3Zcou7d/s1600-h/IMG_4115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKrWwHSM3uwo-HG9UmutVMR9Oig_-KjZEsF4fnhv7-qErkQs_tsgUPGtwPkjO6yFARVzR8ZwFGExr37Olazwx0bBZ9rIyTGCyLicJyHdgFugXNyvf-w8PbU_fQpva3znSUOAlp3Zcou7d/s400/IMG_4115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361410357449944210" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-66482592590296882272009-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:002009-03-18T08:08:43.570-07:00The Fourth MonthWow, having never kept two siblings together for so long is an experience. They get cranky with one another at times. Being an only child myself, I can only try to sympathize. But seriously, they are very good puppies and both Huey (the white male) and Rose (the tri bitch) whom I have kept are working their ways into our hearts.<br /><br />Here are some pics taken at almost 4 months, when their ears were still struggling to come up.<br /><br />Rose is very proportional and compact. I call her my pocket puppy. It is odd for me to think that Java was 60 pounds at 6 months! Rose is feminine, square, small-ish but great bone for her size.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt-DT6K8MRdu0C83g_Kga7sY1aQGkIvoybMV5awdYbtBM5pxe8hZMeOXTgqOENg01Phq_BQo8JgjIPxCjBHgcUtS2EYhPYSWcKxs7Eer15Xf76HQLWVTovAcDuTMqGSdnqwWf2Cg19Tkv/s1600-h/IMG_1750_2_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBt-DT6K8MRdu0C83g_Kga7sY1aQGkIvoybMV5awdYbtBM5pxe8hZMeOXTgqOENg01Phq_BQo8JgjIPxCjBHgcUtS2EYhPYSWcKxs7Eer15Xf76HQLWVTovAcDuTMqGSdnqwWf2Cg19Tkv/s400/IMG_1750_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314539784481646994" /></a><br /><br />Her front teeth are in a fabulous scissor configuration, with some space between top and bottom, which Marion claims means that her head can or will turn more. At about 4 1/2 months, her canines came in and cleared the outside of her gums! A perfect bite! When they first started coming up, there was no way I thought they would be correct. Marion, of course, had seen this dozens of times before and assured me it would be fine. I love her feet, too.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXs1Bgm2zt9xgsP_UrZf3HWmeivcyXFTdSNRZLAkwGQWjo4mM8xt3cYa6wpDTQbCYZ4wFuKpJJCuKHjhkUaiyt3BO7mPdhXmZjvIRWW3Hsfsg5crQ_pHVUudOAaD88doGNH1JqR_e4OOO0/s1600-h/IMG_1751_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXs1Bgm2zt9xgsP_UrZf3HWmeivcyXFTdSNRZLAkwGQWjo4mM8xt3cYa6wpDTQbCYZ4wFuKpJJCuKHjhkUaiyt3BO7mPdhXmZjvIRWW3Hsfsg5crQ_pHVUudOAaD88doGNH1JqR_e4OOO0/s320/IMG_1751_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314543821245850386" /></a><br />Her profile is very correct, not exaggerated like Huey's. There is simply no dip at all. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRS2rpX6hHSjSi6bxG6S6OUan744N6mSFZau3kM-iv-UFJ2EOar56PMiu68NsLYtteHDFilXfwtb8phVfOW5HdvCgn0DYjlGscPi601XE27WuKDsdQAXIzR4LYumK39rNePbjJN1q-m_8R/s1600-h/IMG_1753_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRS2rpX6hHSjSi6bxG6S6OUan744N6mSFZau3kM-iv-UFJ2EOar56PMiu68NsLYtteHDFilXfwtb8phVfOW5HdvCgn0DYjlGscPi601XE27WuKDsdQAXIzR4LYumK39rNePbjJN1q-m_8R/s320/IMG_1753_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314544093717404434" /></a><br /><br />As compact as Rose is, Huey is tall and long. He is still proportionate but he looks like a Great Dane puppy right now....if a Dane had a showstopping bull terrier head! His profile is to-die for. His eyes incredibly small, deep and properly angled. His front scissor bite has room to spare although I cant see how his head could turn more. His canines are still coming up. He has so much loose skin he looks like he could be 80# if he grows into it. I love his expression, which Pam Rys was able to see at 3 weeks!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cKbk6egiGGdikbOpFeC0ndYNhnMNxtrQw7Qr7MJ_-djnOAQK-JA4uoxVV14kirRJkww9wgZOL83WjJz7M3PNvhuwmwFFR8VieryE2Ka4OX59uxsmIhnHp4YzawaS1kRWcIqNhSPyilJm/s1600-h/IMG_1760_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cKbk6egiGGdikbOpFeC0ndYNhnMNxtrQw7Qr7MJ_-djnOAQK-JA4uoxVV14kirRJkww9wgZOL83WjJz7M3PNvhuwmwFFR8VieryE2Ka4OX59uxsmIhnHp4YzawaS1kRWcIqNhSPyilJm/s400/IMG_1760_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314541544833644274" /></a><br />Here are pics of Momma Hope (on top left) as a baby and Huey (on bottom right) at about the same age....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZjI_icUpru8K1bROXotIUMHsXeF77Hq5zgsVF9NNmcJTbzF7QwgO2-hIalB9LVbhBNCjmVqYxZ0wboHt-os4kyUFqGrDQfiJRhCM5J8b24PEkKUgugpR0HkgWXfkYipND7BJ8qV6OxZv/s1600-h/IMG_1049.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ZjI_icUpru8K1bROXotIUMHsXeF77Hq5zgsVF9NNmcJTbzF7QwgO2-hIalB9LVbhBNCjmVqYxZ0wboHt-os4kyUFqGrDQfiJRhCM5J8b24PEkKUgugpR0HkgWXfkYipND7BJ8qV6OxZv/s400/IMG_1049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542418067083282" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnF6XL8YQCMxW1ML_20L5oIVjBjD3hZUADGXtEXfMqJeEIypQHw_9Zrc5o58tUR43rnc_WJvskELBIJMcm6yBXuvoGtScdXDxL3wYsy80jzeoNEPC1k0R5qJ8Z4OYaTuQ__zcAPCPEsz9/s1600-h/IMG_1768_2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnF6XL8YQCMxW1ML_20L5oIVjBjD3hZUADGXtEXfMqJeEIypQHw_9Zrc5o58tUR43rnc_WJvskELBIJMcm6yBXuvoGtScdXDxL3wYsy80jzeoNEPC1k0R5qJ8Z4OYaTuQ__zcAPCPEsz9/s320/IMG_1768_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314542689234740642" /></a><br />His nose is continuing to fill in. Some people have asked me about his hearing. All the puppies in the litter passed their BAER tests with flying colors. They can hear, altho Rose and Huey still routinely ignore me. I find myself saying to them "I know you can hear me!".....doesnt do any good LOL<br /><br />They will be six months old April 22nd. We cant wait to show them and we are bringing them up to The Bronze in Canada.<br /><br />I will get to visit the other tri sister, Caia, and the brindle brother, Iko, this weekend. Stay tuned for their pics.Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-10722381534416204572009-01-02T18:03:00.000-08:002009-01-04T16:09:50.115-08:00"Buddy" Goes to His new HomeSigh. I did it. And I didn't cry. I did tear up, but I didn't cry as I handed little brindle "Buddy" over to his new Daddy, Pete Denbow. We have known Pete for a couple of years; we met him on the show circuit as he is a professional handler specializing in Collies and Shelties. Here he is with one of his Group First placing collies. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEgbWZywpDL3TJqd2aFBXMuHi8blpvWHcpRrNUP9JfyocufTSQXf22s5CHTHEbdFQkpCNOwaG0eEPMSuUCeBlNjT5xxYsUfcjUSMIS290IoTgpn43YKbo2px8OKHdhx1F-RlXmnPvARxt/s1600-h/kelso_012608.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEgbWZywpDL3TJqd2aFBXMuHi8blpvWHcpRrNUP9JfyocufTSQXf22s5CHTHEbdFQkpCNOwaG0eEPMSuUCeBlNjT5xxYsUfcjUSMIS290IoTgpn43YKbo2px8OKHdhx1F-RlXmnPvARxt/s400/kelso_012608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890858007306050" /></a><div>He had been wanting to get into another breed to show, and after a lot of research, he decided to join us crazies already bitten by the BT bug. <div><br /></div><div>Being "in the business" of dog showing, he did his research thoroughly and found us through the grapevine. He met Freeman at the Canfield shows a couple of years ago and was also referred to us by an assistant of Andrew Greens'. </div><div><br /></div><div>At the Edison specialties in 2008 he joined Freeman and I ringside and watched the BT classes, asking us many questions about this dog and that dog and what the judges were looking for and what have you. He was quite taken by Java, my tri-color girl, and although he said he would be open to a male or female, he said he would prefer a colored animal. We told him we hoped to have a litter within the next year and he said he was more than willing to wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you have followed my blog you know I have a soft spot in my heart for "Buddy", my name for the only brindle male. He is the the one that I birthed by myself and we bonded to one another from the get go. Until about 2 weeks ago I couldn't even imagine placing him; he felt like an extension of myself. But then, as he matured during the early weeks, I realized that he would be perfect for Pete both in physical qualities as well as personality. Right after we placed Caia, one of the tri girls, I called him up.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Pete", I said, "you better get up here and see this boy before I change my mind." I could feel a lump in my throat.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wasn't kidding. The longer "Buddy" hung around the more difficult this was going to be and I wanted him to have a home with a doting Daddy. I couldn't think of a better match. In fact, although Pete obviously had to come up and see for himself, I wasn't going to offer "Buddy" to anyone else. If Pete didn't take him, I don't know what I was gonna do!</div><div><br /></div><div>Pete came all the way up from Maryland with his handler girlfriend Lotta - and it worked! We tricked him into thinking owning a BT pup is a good idea! LOL. No seriously, being a dog person he Did know what he was getting into, with all the inherent craziness. In fact, his compliment to us was that he had found our candor refreshing from the beginning. I don't think it serves any purpose to sugar-coat what BT ownership is about.</div><div><br /></div><div>Marion always warns me about being kennel blind. This is when you look at your own dogs and litters and think they are all great! Of course, they do all have redeeming qualities, but when you show, to be successful you have to be able to be as objective as you can and know what you have and what you lack and when and where to show and when not to. </div><div><br /></div><div>I brought out the whole litter (minus Caia) for Pete to see so that he could view the siblings. One by one we explained the pros and cons of each one and why we thought "Buddy" would work for him. Of the entire litter, this brindle boy has the shortest back, the squarest body and the chunkiest, muscley butt! He made his positive impression easily on Pete and Lotta.</div><div><br /></div><div>We warned him about hucklebutting (which he had never heard of. I told him to Youtube the term) and the fact that this brindle boy would hold some genetic material that was very valuable to our breeding program in regards to the brindle factor. The co-ownership guidelines are all laid out in the contract and he had no problem with the restrictive nature of this version, drafted just for this litter.</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1AB9I-wP9i9iZC_UNYsQT8HSz0Ve52SRwa97FJzYwZx0Ctv48IahGk_2A_o6A8KF4TG4hYyO8P5E0cVwRCkdvEkjl9dQTavLrMoqQ0C_rJMR-WVB_kgyioJU1Kuqq073JHiQ2Tq4DGQI/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin1AB9I-wP9i9iZC_UNYsQT8HSz0Ve52SRwa97FJzYwZx0Ctv48IahGk_2A_o6A8KF4TG4hYyO8P5E0cVwRCkdvEkjl9dQTavLrMoqQ0C_rJMR-WVB_kgyioJU1Kuqq073JHiQ2Tq4DGQI/s400/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287594719644045474" /></a>Here above they are taking "Buddy" home (final AKC and call name to come). The tears in my eyes came and went throughout the day, but I am Thrilled that "Buddy" has gone home with Pete. He called me the following morning and said he was happy and quiet in his crate all the way down to Maryland and didn't even mess in his crate overnight. He did try to chew on the Shelties' long hair, so we will see how long that lasts before they put him in his place. We will get to see all of them at the Edison shows and they will come show to the BTCNE specialties. Look for them hanging out with the Legacy/Winsor gang. </div><div><br /></div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-5783087567236112352008-12-29T08:42:00.001-08:002009-01-01T09:43:53.110-08:008 1/2 Weeks Old and How to Place a Show PuppyI have been with Marion for almost 10 years and I have Never seen her place a puppy before 12 weeks of age. Well, that changed with this litter as we placed our first baby at 8 1/2 weeks.<br /><br />We consider ourselves blessed to have found Melissa and Greg and welcome them into the Legacy/Winsor family. More to the point, they found us. They came to Westminster 2008 and searched out the BTs, where we exchanged business cards. Melissa has wanted a bully for years. She is a groomer and comfortable with all kinds of dogs and they have both been dog owners. They followed up with a phone call, then drove almost 6 hours to come visit. They then joined the BTCA AND came to Silverwood, using up their only vacation week. This is all before they owned a BT. They impressed everyone they spoke to; their knowledge and passion is obvious. At the mention of a dog, Melissa could recite a one, if not a two, generation pedigree! She has been looking to get into showing and we sponsored her BTCA membership and asked her to wait for one of our pups. They were more than happy to wait for the Hope/Grimi babies. Here are some pics of the litter at 8 1/2 weeks.<br /><br />This is Baby Huey, who will be Legacy Hughes Your Daddy of Winsor, with Marion. His left ear is mostly fawn in color (which you can barely see in the second pic) and quite distinctive:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMzT5ou0hmiSXcwIvfz_qKfu8g_8OEUY6XScmhKEn_Bcz9ZiBvNibyKLe690Y3zvu6gpZZCzJ2HbbMdsE_zV1vtRZ7oLJH0JhNRRcZg6yO_9xbsV1AeLgkVLh7gAuIPIbKdAe_Br02-3j/s1600-h/IMG_1530_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDMzT5ou0hmiSXcwIvfz_qKfu8g_8OEUY6XScmhKEn_Bcz9ZiBvNibyKLe690Y3zvu6gpZZCzJ2HbbMdsE_zV1vtRZ7oLJH0JhNRRcZg6yO_9xbsV1AeLgkVLh7gAuIPIbKdAe_Br02-3j/s320/IMG_1530_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285704537270003378" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7a_lMYF8POMcxLrgYxUVnIcuWVOIjZWmMWfjj2etVNwTegFTs39PmR87Jd0mvVNNorz1YAJk3_xlAEi6vDYVwRgfblU0f5KsiYNPXmAB-0ZSc3xeAF5m-aqeplfSbS3s2yv41fk6U4nSQ/s1600-h/IMG_1570_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7a_lMYF8POMcxLrgYxUVnIcuWVOIjZWmMWfjj2etVNwTegFTs39PmR87Jd0mvVNNorz1YAJk3_xlAEi6vDYVwRgfblU0f5KsiYNPXmAB-0ZSc3xeAF5m-aqeplfSbS3s2yv41fk6U4nSQ/s320/IMG_1570_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286350680255314322" /></a><br />Below is Legacy Lucky Rose of Winsor, the tri girl we have kept. She is playing with Momma Hope in the second picture. Hope, as you can see, is still nursing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MaWO194xiJqRmom6ZTfh3ydJgdwW5q0bDocXH0X-EGHiZKrD0MX7eBvWX7FbYi9k6lM8Zuc2yd1181L3tzHVEuArG-ShHZOopFqlIYN2eo3mLDw2eK0CpgZe4Vy_se6NBr8NzABGNipp/s1600-h/IMG_1546.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MaWO194xiJqRmom6ZTfh3ydJgdwW5q0bDocXH0X-EGHiZKrD0MX7eBvWX7FbYi9k6lM8Zuc2yd1181L3tzHVEuArG-ShHZOopFqlIYN2eo3mLDw2eK0CpgZe4Vy_se6NBr8NzABGNipp/s320/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285705408774035074" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzInSrUeiRM9qNm6mn_1FaUwVy85ut66XqgAx5-7z-ZLTsvF0p3NjVbB8ZAcDjcBLHsYnpcIsFevbbM7WGewaqAqqCQqrYVBpJQ_o4w0IrEPMvCFgsznGz1tFMZLFThb1rkUMjccHOvnW/s1600-h/IMG_1621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJzInSrUeiRM9qNm6mn_1FaUwVy85ut66XqgAx5-7z-ZLTsvF0p3NjVbB8ZAcDjcBLHsYnpcIsFevbbM7WGewaqAqqCQqrYVBpJQ_o4w0IrEPMvCFgsznGz1tFMZLFThb1rkUMjccHOvnW/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285706555452199826" /></a>Next is my Buddy; my baby brindle boy. This was his first venture into a large side yard and he is watching his brothers and sisters in the first pic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qAzkvBIVCi382oexITekmXttBEfU8dJOaKPhmB9WXqOXNAyyyTmD0lLfEmT2XN31maEIlBVPmD5Mq0TGYgtllZi8JUDNZCuY8b6QLp5vRXckwQxzW-0S6AvmyGQs4DiXwKwiph1NtL5n/s1600-h/IMG_1596.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qAzkvBIVCi382oexITekmXttBEfU8dJOaKPhmB9WXqOXNAyyyTmD0lLfEmT2XN31maEIlBVPmD5Mq0TGYgtllZi8JUDNZCuY8b6QLp5vRXckwQxzW-0S6AvmyGQs4DiXwKwiph1NtL5n/s320/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285721822245278706" /></a><br />Here in the pic below he is in the middle of a hucklebutt:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYPB8ZUPyZuyL2IqrKj6xybxLuZQXVprFSg4-1yXoDqN0tXZ7JeC6bffkbnEo_5xUrwu49dPD33LthOvXV038C9jOugcBNqC7EA7ygDhUX7RkI_dNtUt1u_DDOY0JUWc6sWioIunEfGYa/s1600-h/IMG_1594_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYPB8ZUPyZuyL2IqrKj6xybxLuZQXVprFSg4-1yXoDqN0tXZ7JeC6bffkbnEo_5xUrwu49dPD33LthOvXV038C9jOugcBNqC7EA7ygDhUX7RkI_dNtUt1u_DDOY0JUWc6sWioIunEfGYa/s400/IMG_1594_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286370930304808434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEa5EMmB8PYgwtljfeYvZ22fECNwIj9b5g1gqeJv6GtZybARjFGnFA9ZASiNfBV9IaFt80-VrK6uJ8R3q4HMhdOOmJbI3vpF-9uv1qBmgHJJn3bnxaulouOiCCiIM6LAgdRFgNeN_muvYn/s1600-h/IMG_1603_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEa5EMmB8PYgwtljfeYvZ22fECNwIj9b5g1gqeJv6GtZybARjFGnFA9ZASiNfBV9IaFt80-VrK6uJ8R3q4HMhdOOmJbI3vpF-9uv1qBmgHJJn3bnxaulouOiCCiIM6LAgdRFgNeN_muvYn/s400/IMG_1603_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286381511849159202" /></a><br /><br />Here is Hope with the smallest baby, Glo "aka Baby Hope". She has Momma's lovely turn to her head:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3YaMOy89ARYQfs16CMIZn441xr7VuJRjeKUvkBYfPNeZ2sHYnIxYOkkCpEOjcj4gILx4t_3DPQ5YdE8jEuwggmq1PtwbGVtnSWRSozUaQC4e6biNLDhsQPRDJhkkSnwKhy0ZoGaVmIlr/s1600-h/IMG_1622_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk3YaMOy89ARYQfs16CMIZn441xr7VuJRjeKUvkBYfPNeZ2sHYnIxYOkkCpEOjcj4gILx4t_3DPQ5YdE8jEuwggmq1PtwbGVtnSWRSozUaQC4e6biNLDhsQPRDJhkkSnwKhy0ZoGaVmIlr/s320/IMG_1622_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285718240144258146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlcNkHXFdy9jRP-SLJymzN4eOofwgIPAHjfBBZi06QehQMUz901hxg-g0xEFviGg73OAJ9MjOyP2yVPCluNV2ccvBbGDuwXrht_iafPbCicNUA7amCiK-xBO4B1-QIWJ5tcO0J52cEYIe/s1600-h/IMG_1583_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWlcNkHXFdy9jRP-SLJymzN4eOofwgIPAHjfBBZi06QehQMUz901hxg-g0xEFviGg73OAJ9MjOyP2yVPCluNV2ccvBbGDuwXrht_iafPbCicNUA7amCiK-xBO4B1-QIWJ5tcO0J52cEYIe/s320/IMG_1583_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286351081061201634" /></a><br /><br />Here is two of us trying to get Glo to "stack" LOL:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZHjK4CtwjOqb1tOOpYI-d1GXnxiXnsqsC3n06pwkgWXKAenxK1SsLNVsm2jLWFnvvNF4SfZ6xDTQIgtNbFtMNZsipBmqsb21DM9KXQqXnSpA7bYIi-G4k3dauvhlQTt2g0MpQed3VdSI/s1600-h/IMG_1587_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglZHjK4CtwjOqb1tOOpYI-d1GXnxiXnsqsC3n06pwkgWXKAenxK1SsLNVsm2jLWFnvvNF4SfZ6xDTQIgtNbFtMNZsipBmqsb21DM9KXQqXnSpA7bYIi-G4k3dauvhlQTt2g0MpQed3VdSI/s320/IMG_1587_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285727473017621106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIbsghPAFjfzh0Ltfm0RYlKfa3UOc8BOWfNmAtLlk5OKl6GfNnmnytVyCw2yrs1V9yB4emflB00qz-MzEuR9sTZ1b9Z7uqrG9s2yylIbhyvd7gLh7Vg4Y8-4keqpxLPpiq5WaNhTU3REH/s1600-h/IMG_1589_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIbsghPAFjfzh0Ltfm0RYlKfa3UOc8BOWfNmAtLlk5OKl6GfNnmnytVyCw2yrs1V9yB4emflB00qz-MzEuR9sTZ1b9Z7uqrG9s2yylIbhyvd7gLh7Vg4Y8-4keqpxLPpiq5WaNhTU3REH/s320/IMG_1589_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286351370537119730" /></a><br /><br />Marion and I decided early on that the pick show pup that we were willing to let go, would go to Melissa and Greg. We kept them in the loop during Hope's pregnancy and whelping. As the babies began to show their virtues, Marion and I honed in on the tri girl with the white splash on her back as a great bitch for them. She has a fabulous body, an extremely alert expression, energy and a head and total package that we believe will work in both all-round and specialty venues. That said, Melissa and Greg wanted to come up for two days, spend time with the litter, get to know them, and see if indeed that girl clicked. They all fell in love! Here are some pics of them socializing with their new baby. We think this will be a long relationship; look for them at shows with us!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEila_QZz7rZ59whHjDQAKw0jMiZiNyOlwomVrODU0MwMu2MP_jONh3EmTS_JUokvjwWMarEnPnlHkbjMzQh8e8TMBSyNJrrdr99ayJ5Fq3vLeZwz9x5ERSZ_gHSbIZ4t5xNNGycNr-RcmtE/s1600-h/IMG_1636.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEila_QZz7rZ59whHjDQAKw0jMiZiNyOlwomVrODU0MwMu2MP_jONh3EmTS_JUokvjwWMarEnPnlHkbjMzQh8e8TMBSyNJrrdr99ayJ5Fq3vLeZwz9x5ERSZ_gHSbIZ4t5xNNGycNr-RcmtE/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285733155235859682" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzzRZ8vQzvS64GH49NWNsd3bMpbHn3LLzzV9sidkQnmMlykfTWy8g7NGjjDG-8CIAfGHTZt5_0mXIlScOSO-_11Y2wwEE9ch3a-RfXKWkNMvu-LmmDkfXgbxepXgWg10d50VfZJjXtxL2/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZzzRZ8vQzvS64GH49NWNsd3bMpbHn3LLzzV9sidkQnmMlykfTWy8g7NGjjDG-8CIAfGHTZt5_0mXIlScOSO-_11Y2wwEE9ch3a-RfXKWkNMvu-LmmDkfXgbxepXgWg10d50VfZJjXtxL2/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285718820239554706" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjUYjfEXhiu3xgUTDcjojwiYI_HltoTMh_ZvnC-dudQ3-hE7xjjpw2xwsU8heoNEV4NBMEfCX8uY_QuzoKmx9OdxQJEPq7M7IinSuJcPQkK64bhS2sf0iwcrZyCvJruZRFNLiJmb-vwmt/s1600-h/IMG_1638_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAjUYjfEXhiu3xgUTDcjojwiYI_HltoTMh_ZvnC-dudQ3-hE7xjjpw2xwsU8heoNEV4NBMEfCX8uY_QuzoKmx9OdxQJEPq7M7IinSuJcPQkK64bhS2sf0iwcrZyCvJruZRFNLiJmb-vwmt/s320/IMG_1638_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352428700727746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZAUe0jgZzp1whL_PCsHEy7dlbfNGvJeufgkly64HUK0EMWBRpMmKCfaWqOLysdJLLbZwzqbluu-DOHtQ1ssvdLZvTfPBchR_JbJsrWw1ixopvT3l0rvQex_gl2jMJmJm7WNA9-1HjhS2/s1600-h/IMG_1640_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZAUe0jgZzp1whL_PCsHEy7dlbfNGvJeufgkly64HUK0EMWBRpMmKCfaWqOLysdJLLbZwzqbluu-DOHtQ1ssvdLZvTfPBchR_JbJsrWw1ixopvT3l0rvQex_gl2jMJmJm7WNA9-1HjhS2/s320/IMG_1640_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352639854826882" /></a><br /><br />After Greg, Melissa and "Caia" got home to NJ, Greg got busy with photoshop and created a triptych of Momma Hope, Caia and Daddy Grimi:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjqsaa0bRjl7JqElXRvsQoMHHeShajfwjBwPJ5rDMvfEqEZ0z0vBfkcMpkddD6Jx7lLAspl6di3XSvwof6PMlT3-ZFwCct6vPIleXMzCAtS5UNICykWVP9tuY_r5S70LCC7LKwrRGGyVy/s1600-h/collage2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjqsaa0bRjl7JqElXRvsQoMHHeShajfwjBwPJ5rDMvfEqEZ0z0vBfkcMpkddD6Jx7lLAspl6di3XSvwof6PMlT3-ZFwCct6vPIleXMzCAtS5UNICykWVP9tuY_r5S70LCC7LKwrRGGyVy/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286359606009695474" /></a><br /><br />Here is a pic of our other white girl, who I have referred to in previous posts as our big boned gal. Yes, she is peeing; it is the only time I could get her being still that day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qEK6nMe9ucXzspseFv-WbFVHyctUqwfwGb0C_EObMe0VOn6QIAFmwtsjVNS2FkaKFEcwtpiJTZp8XyCS6L6jjrdJnUn4SHWWOinh6ikbW__rcwhWlRux_1NS4SMdGDfeeTkyYorDlXSJ/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_qEK6nMe9ucXzspseFv-WbFVHyctUqwfwGb0C_EObMe0VOn6QIAFmwtsjVNS2FkaKFEcwtpiJTZp8XyCS6L6jjrdJnUn4SHWWOinh6ikbW__rcwhWlRux_1NS4SMdGDfeeTkyYorDlXSJ/s320/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286352213220804258" /></a><br /><br />Here is David, our babies "Daddy" meeting and hanging out with Huey and Rose for the first time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4t-PNV0OLwu00ingqRHgLoGtHaD39UuXiu5sra4Q3NeU0KBBYZ4L9LccaEe5uoOqIdc4LTWjmHIQKRhhVco7x65ad5XFahIMxnvvbcrMUEhao12YUXS_ngwLmtKriocz-OzjW91-kDFI/s1600-h/IMG_1654_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4t-PNV0OLwu00ingqRHgLoGtHaD39UuXiu5sra4Q3NeU0KBBYZ4L9LccaEe5uoOqIdc4LTWjmHIQKRhhVco7x65ad5XFahIMxnvvbcrMUEhao12YUXS_ngwLmtKriocz-OzjW91-kDFI/s320/IMG_1654_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285734170642729250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqHp3hfVTvV1FZEWe31MqFh_lmMaKtzMfaA_OqHQ0CfuARy6UsBVqIjCoeiVkOskxY7vmFk_ca1zsvrgnQEEVvGUrbPhjUvEYuv4hGb9tcyOYFN39jVG2fGN07A0GNDq5Id2_uGSsN3nE/s1600-h/IMG_1656_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqHp3hfVTvV1FZEWe31MqFh_lmMaKtzMfaA_OqHQ0CfuARy6UsBVqIjCoeiVkOskxY7vmFk_ca1zsvrgnQEEVvGUrbPhjUvEYuv4hGb9tcyOYFN39jVG2fGN07A0GNDq5Id2_uGSsN3nE/s320/IMG_1656_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285733475514141442" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMaXXSj70O3xVb9Pf1VaYs-huqMEyXgSUhDUrRDgdVOPMhN0kjTrAzAew-e1tj1earcfSxUPAtq8Fr-UeRnbBnZq3iNcyUjrrAgjBNN6JARj5guZ4g8AJSpB4unS7Jvm4AulyWyQ-yBJc/s1600-h/IMG_1645_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMaXXSj70O3xVb9Pf1VaYs-huqMEyXgSUhDUrRDgdVOPMhN0kjTrAzAew-e1tj1earcfSxUPAtq8Fr-UeRnbBnZq3iNcyUjrrAgjBNN6JARj5guZ4g8AJSpB4unS7Jvm4AulyWyQ-yBJc/s320/IMG_1645_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286354481172600578" /></a><br /><br />And last but not least, here is a photo of my Dad, Moses Acosta, who along with Marion is the reason I have chosen LEGACY as my kennel name. He gave me my first BT when I was 9 years old. These are his great-grand children! He is holding Buddy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5REvzr2WP45qtrs-N64tBNAMjcrXUjGrX8sMj0YArzpAbwa6I7h1D6xYAZrGiR8FIV2andK6VKGKMWUaq5FsUVM2YzSIzfuAw_Fv_zrkKMuzYDpfdQW8zGU8IAStcasom8pG9yS_KwCcU/s1600-h/IMG_1529_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5REvzr2WP45qtrs-N64tBNAMjcrXUjGrX8sMj0YArzpAbwa6I7h1D6xYAZrGiR8FIV2andK6VKGKMWUaq5FsUVM2YzSIzfuAw_Fv_zrkKMuzYDpfdQW8zGU8IAStcasom8pG9yS_KwCcU/s320/IMG_1529_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285703745358863554" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-55393024726652119992008-12-26T08:03:00.000-08:002008-12-26T08:18:46.530-08:00BAER testingBull Terriers are one of those breeds that can carry deafness and the only way to tell for sure if the babies can hear is to do BAER testing. We live fairly close to Tufts and used to go there, but their machine hasnt been working for over a year at this point and they have no plans to fix or replace it! The closest place for us was Weymouth, MA at the VCA South Shore Animal Hospital, so we drove about 2 1/2 hours out there to have the tests done. The vet tech, Lydia, was wonderful and said our babies were very well behaved! She said she tried to do a Border collie the week before and they could barely keep him on the table. This is one time that the non-reactivity of BTs is a godsend. Here are a few pics of the test. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqOAPzI6EHerRk_EfY8ehROU5aHHUYwOlzx-g-4tcHSm6jVKv5rfjFDRX8hFm2VaqoCuBHQpJbIiaNHuaGn-gc5-O_KEEdlBBO5CGtbisl3uGH1EyovFHcmAmlxZewB3X14CdhFuPq6ED/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqOAPzI6EHerRk_EfY8ehROU5aHHUYwOlzx-g-4tcHSm6jVKv5rfjFDRX8hFm2VaqoCuBHQpJbIiaNHuaGn-gc5-O_KEEdlBBO5CGtbisl3uGH1EyovFHcmAmlxZewB3X14CdhFuPq6ED/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284131194943183778" /></a><br />The pups are placed on the table one at a time. Each ear gets an ear-plug and then 5 needles are inserted. One behind each ear, one at the top of the head, one at the base of the neck and one in the back. Different machine will have different configurations. All of these are attached to wires, which are attached to the machine where we can see a digital read-out. They are registering brain activity and how the brain receives sound. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMQVUQRUFg2FFAk9PczreX1QzyC8ay95sHqDePvxSHA7ebSwSFPFEqGwnKzsQE2Y8yeYeqHaM-EFnw3vFs5ahNYt7qs8Yz3TTP8OOQcPdxyaFBUCuioz38qvgxG_hLV7yuyJ4vAI3jtPG/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMQVUQRUFg2FFAk9PczreX1QzyC8ay95sHqDePvxSHA7ebSwSFPFEqGwnKzsQE2Y8yeYeqHaM-EFnw3vFs5ahNYt7qs8Yz3TTP8OOQcPdxyaFBUCuioz38qvgxG_hLV7yuyJ4vAI3jtPG/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132118027770050" /></a><br />Here at VCA they have a very strict protocol. The machine sends a series of audible clicks into the ear plugs. They do one ear at a time. Lydia said that some technicians run the machine for 250 clicks to get a thorough read-out. VCA does it for 500, then they do 500 in the other ear, then repeat the entire process, so they are four times as thorough! Each series of 500 clicks takes just a few minutes. The babies were Very good. Occasionally they would wiggle, but none of them tried to remove the ear-plugs or needles! (I would have!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SGw3QF1Q0W4hifUH2YfeGC5-RIFyOHRtnz6iLrwicSlxXYm-FU6nBTAXtaYIjfTyUPgIAR46eInPLSNc_xYA0tFIfS3mvrI8JfZ7hI4wp_hdl3S7eoyY6DSAeWf8MSdtLmNvzx21t7Cb/s1600-h/IMG_1511.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9SGw3QF1Q0W4hifUH2YfeGC5-RIFyOHRtnz6iLrwicSlxXYm-FU6nBTAXtaYIjfTyUPgIAR46eInPLSNc_xYA0tFIfS3mvrI8JfZ7hI4wp_hdl3S7eoyY6DSAeWf8MSdtLmNvzx21t7Cb/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132308540146594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgBBl70oFBZ-m4Nr4fNBPlZaRWC8WvnBYnZL2yo1OeEx8BtNnen6DReZEKuA9_tZMnAw8ciRgvw-vBcRe87wbjhFEA8iFCbzmEmwJeV2rlYnEZ9LVNXXV6fqiXWYpftwoa48TOuQuGeR3/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizgBBl70oFBZ-m4Nr4fNBPlZaRWC8WvnBYnZL2yo1OeEx8BtNnen6DReZEKuA9_tZMnAw8ciRgvw-vBcRe87wbjhFEA8iFCbzmEmwJeV2rlYnEZ9LVNXXV6fqiXWYpftwoa48TOuQuGeR3/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284132504152740994" /></a><br /><br />I am pleased to announce that All the puppies can hear in Both ears! Yeah! Marion always likes to have this done before she places any puppies and we also need to know this for future breeding purposes.<br /><br />BUT always remember, just because a BT can hear DOESNT MEAN IT WILL LISTEN!Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-33147058399247019452008-12-26T07:34:00.000-08:002008-12-26T08:02:27.033-08:00Better Late Than NeverI love living in the backwoods of Massachusetts but we have no high speed connections! Among other things it makes it very difficult to post pictures! Here, better now than never, are pics of the pups at One month and One Day.<br /><br />Below is our one white male, still Un-named. Marion is beginning to like him A Lot. When we was a week or two old I noticed what was then a very small colored area at the base of his ear. It looked fawn to me from the get-go and low and behold, it is!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTUo5wtpgQ31w4I5cIBFUDpbhItNNk3Df29jZsyYu0qAEsidF1ETTK0K_gS0yJ2NJJik0XnrhVbnkrgYhF9OGHSxSmZaogb7X38hTgGJBPaNvzPV7ZGY2ev4YGLstUThIHJg51ZxFnYGY/s1600-h/IMG_0955.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTUo5wtpgQ31w4I5cIBFUDpbhItNNk3Df29jZsyYu0qAEsidF1ETTK0K_gS0yJ2NJJik0XnrhVbnkrgYhF9OGHSxSmZaogb7X38hTgGJBPaNvzPV7ZGY2ev4YGLstUThIHJg51ZxFnYGY/s320/IMG_0955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284124069097853202" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiv9uUhOmPekYUDG-uPVPvlXEYCYm6ICb9WUuATlKsu6rgHeST_XKqcwpxPN38qjoXE0RzawVleYpg4kxFysDPxiO9rrlNWFUHnCclJtUY6IhYq-VMLkB7wyGeiTuE8uSLCE3C03oQ1K-8/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiv9uUhOmPekYUDG-uPVPvlXEYCYm6ICb9WUuATlKsu6rgHeST_XKqcwpxPN38qjoXE0RzawVleYpg4kxFysDPxiO9rrlNWFUHnCclJtUY6IhYq-VMLkB7wyGeiTuE8uSLCE3C03oQ1K-8/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284124471498701890" /></a><br /><br />Here is our brindle boy who has the shortest back of them all. I think he had an itch because that back leg was just going and going and I couldnt get a good pic. I call him Buddy, but that's just because he IS my buddy. Not sure of what his name will eventually be.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sBh8zBB87rw40FRUJvhkfzuG6vqoNZQrAd85_nYzvEMlddX4S6KW3LFYXoWO1irjsa_Cka1YvZSFMXv9sEnh5zBSeIvAgHLUjBEA8xmEsQcdL6aBvJHcr_IuKern5_h3k9h-xNlIsiQb/s1600-h/IMG_0963.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sBh8zBB87rw40FRUJvhkfzuG6vqoNZQrAd85_nYzvEMlddX4S6KW3LFYXoWO1irjsa_Cka1YvZSFMXv9sEnh5zBSeIvAgHLUjBEA8xmEsQcdL6aBvJHcr_IuKern5_h3k9h-xNlIsiQb/s320/IMG_0963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126375732361410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfo4oqoNffXZwW-X3U67iqCcxMlM3XKltEX4ginZ49BsVEXHyvsJl9M13j-X5Noq_CXRUAyGoGl-iukXJJoszp2H8-t9le8x9whXECoPDRSo7sv7U-qpp6QD4VReFzennKHkEs70jcv4e/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfo4oqoNffXZwW-X3U67iqCcxMlM3XKltEX4ginZ49BsVEXHyvsJl9M13j-X5Noq_CXRUAyGoGl-iukXJJoszp2H8-t9le8x9whXECoPDRSo7sv7U-qpp6QD4VReFzennKHkEs70jcv4e/s320/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126373258840578" /></a><br /><br />Next is our larger white girl. She still is showing the most bone of any of them:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGzwtqVMZFNnLLQHZWlxj2d2g8zx3KmSQYb-THC0LJRmbpcqhq6laGFjVUXEd4tzuMKBo9uWkxcIc2YmdLaW6_s_aPODe4q2NFJV9_SwTFIBU7f5WEzy4hMLKRy4IJ9LWxw17Tvza13AR/s1600-h/IMG_0968.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBGzwtqVMZFNnLLQHZWlxj2d2g8zx3KmSQYb-THC0LJRmbpcqhq6laGFjVUXEd4tzuMKBo9uWkxcIc2YmdLaW6_s_aPODe4q2NFJV9_SwTFIBU7f5WEzy4hMLKRy4IJ9LWxw17Tvza13AR/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126916934217906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD3zff_RPGXAUMVe4axgOyyfafGKp4HTmAbr2amS42c7deUt505_R53l-Nr8X1QYz9MjVrDXj-5dllZfXo7u2jYeBPyq2_aIOYZOi_GmLPx16IhKqtw4fbeVkxzjZQLSgoPkPm2VuTvVS/s1600-h/IMG_0965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD3zff_RPGXAUMVe4axgOyyfafGKp4HTmAbr2amS42c7deUt505_R53l-Nr8X1QYz9MjVrDXj-5dllZfXo7u2jYeBPyq2_aIOYZOi_GmLPx16IhKqtw4fbeVkxzjZQLSgoPkPm2VuTvVS/s320/IMG_0965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284126906578840338" /></a><br /><br />The tri girl with the white splash on her back is going to be a great show dog. She is the one in the litter with the most alert expression and attitude to spare. Her body is looking great ....and for now, ALL of their bites are looking good including canines:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA69kK-SoAy1Bc8gk2a0JtxD8BqucobKNuKLhoK9N1bN6010KdgwzSSHBF6pUAwLbj-UOFinca9mlnz44QAUQuCyPMnvf5DPJAR30o-XpXvdWjO_dNBuF-4R8l1kO0tMAe5zqgRs7KO2gG/s1600-h/IMG_0972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA69kK-SoAy1Bc8gk2a0JtxD8BqucobKNuKLhoK9N1bN6010KdgwzSSHBF6pUAwLbj-UOFinca9mlnz44QAUQuCyPMnvf5DPJAR30o-XpXvdWjO_dNBuF-4R8l1kO0tMAe5zqgRs7KO2gG/s320/IMG_0972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128310371780290" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4gROBgg5NoiAhjFZfg4HQwK19YMh7V3uWYe4tkhY3-ZsAkoblm_-iWeGtac1-WfC66qEevxZXuujYFa8KdDn3OmfYswMkL6QSUBwyMlhrJ2FFL_O0CTW3fZkhIaBPnYd6HOi8rl_eyY0/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4gROBgg5NoiAhjFZfg4HQwK19YMh7V3uWYe4tkhY3-ZsAkoblm_-iWeGtac1-WfC66qEevxZXuujYFa8KdDn3OmfYswMkL6QSUBwyMlhrJ2FFL_O0CTW3fZkhIaBPnYd6HOi8rl_eyY0/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128604029011474" /></a><br /><br />Below is "baby Hope". Comparing Momma Hope's baby pics with this girl and they look so much alike. She is the smallest, being more feminine than her sisters, but her head is the best of the bunch. Marion loves her, as you can see:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15W9BGxIrQT_rPiZitCnuReFmAZ4vPqeZFdxzW4c7cM5TaPhTPr-vfku0u_5OnHur4ZKJLrtSTS82Qv_AdwjcBhP-dn1-iKMadfJPZzgPVBlQD-RulSt10Oh_OiyclL5L2Baca2gHBaVX/s1600-h/IMG_0981.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg15W9BGxIrQT_rPiZitCnuReFmAZ4vPqeZFdxzW4c7cM5TaPhTPr-vfku0u_5OnHur4ZKJLrtSTS82Qv_AdwjcBhP-dn1-iKMadfJPZzgPVBlQD-RulSt10Oh_OiyclL5L2Baca2gHBaVX/s320/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284129141931258370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoeol0UL8YaODzOuWU3rATqjaXBKX6OSl9C5lbzXKIFWDqEbJzpfgfgrdWga67TyIdstdvwNpj0Io5yZOZDG3BdPQoQIXxy2GzoXB7SGx8MTI9pBk2KazaRe4IGbZoo4kMdhE0o1rU7Ao/s1600-h/IMG_0977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoeol0UL8YaODzOuWU3rATqjaXBKX6OSl9C5lbzXKIFWDqEbJzpfgfgrdWga67TyIdstdvwNpj0Io5yZOZDG3BdPQoQIXxy2GzoXB7SGx8MTI9pBk2KazaRe4IGbZoo4kMdhE0o1rU7Ao/s320/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284128922769616594" /></a><br /><br />Rose is our tri girl with the solid black back. She is turning into a lovely girl who we think will great for all-round as well as specialties:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3k_e0C8je0StDckGj0p6MhyphenhyphenOOXFFFmHsZEHGH1xOwgud-ucb-33gNvfbND5nLzsipsLWa1twY-5P58wCd_IAf9YwGV3u9E61E43gpo7ErhBD_Wp-_McMhGq8tHyJ1ZbFwKpGc6fPTyxd/s1600-h/IMG_0997.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3k_e0C8je0StDckGj0p6MhyphenhyphenOOXFFFmHsZEHGH1xOwgud-ucb-33gNvfbND5nLzsipsLWa1twY-5P58wCd_IAf9YwGV3u9E61E43gpo7ErhBD_Wp-_McMhGq8tHyJ1ZbFwKpGc6fPTyxd/s320/IMG_0997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284129428274572370" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-54710137857291798042008-11-19T09:50:00.000-08:002008-11-23T19:41:53.302-08:00They're Getting Bigger! Weeks 2 through 5Weeks 2 and 3 are an adventurous time for baby bullies. The eyes have opened, the ears finally open (for those that dont know, they are sealed shut at birth) and the first wobbly walks around the whelping box occur. You think you begin to see personalities emerge - who is bossy, who is laid back, etc., but time will tell if these "stick". I thought this "chorus line" below was particularly sweet. This is three of the girls on the right, facing the same way, and the brindle boy on the left.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafLSsnIwVfrI0Sn9Ku4ybLw-XpjJJnIj4erW4OOlArHvtzQxmmUSDHWPvc5kBQFbWND-_1gSsiQO-BPu7iIVYU-VHpu27HkVe0yDKxCXkbNUEfufLWkxAN4uoHz5ha8E1xf7dIHxetJcj/s1600-h/IMG_0795_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafLSsnIwVfrI0Sn9Ku4ybLw-XpjJJnIj4erW4OOlArHvtzQxmmUSDHWPvc5kBQFbWND-_1gSsiQO-BPu7iIVYU-VHpu27HkVe0yDKxCXkbNUEfufLWkxAN4uoHz5ha8E1xf7dIHxetJcj/s200/IMG_0795_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270429258402572402" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicOO1roagle1DYzuYiu_KmDlMVI2MLJJfG5-HZsj5p-jC5GNxh1YULG2oRap-TfMQHzPG3sgUMQU1fOcxGceoiLGexlPLiUP6ynlkWkxitKfAfUNedVgcWc74F0U77wg_iAuCXpVTVq5v/s1600-h/IMG_0801_2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicOO1roagle1DYzuYiu_KmDlMVI2MLJJfG5-HZsj5p-jC5GNxh1YULG2oRap-TfMQHzPG3sgUMQU1fOcxGceoiLGexlPLiUP6ynlkWkxitKfAfUNedVgcWc74F0U77wg_iAuCXpVTVq5v/s200/IMG_0801_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270434856850977586" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMlwp3135VIBDjTQxEEHX-ay4Xv9AvMWRAsez092NgioGxPxTafFZmhPXzy8_cnUnJCY1-tUjRFwaCwOjKo80oXIvdre7rTXmZvpqOlmiBuasnwy8vCCuElzUydC-OqzY7hpYFMSA2VC_/s1600-h/IMG_0774_2.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHMlwp3135VIBDjTQxEEHX-ay4Xv9AvMWRAsez092NgioGxPxTafFZmhPXzy8_cnUnJCY1-tUjRFwaCwOjKo80oXIvdre7rTXmZvpqOlmiBuasnwy8vCCuElzUydC-OqzY7hpYFMSA2VC_/s200/IMG_0774_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270434611407264674" /></a>The brindle boy, shown here to the left, likes to sleep on his back whether he is alone or cuddling with his siblings.<br /><br />Pam and Jeff Rys came to see the puppies and Pam said she thought our little white boy showed similar expression to his grandfather. Below are 2 pictures of Willy, Hope's father. I Love his expression and if Pam is right, I will be thrilled!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiei8cUmY-3vch2KAIHzv7YglRkw-_6FRSazYec-l1r1Eoc7iVgyzDRFHyrD7uqjSjCC6pkdYkdkkTiiZp-q2NwlPv55gORkr7KS7bMzN8Dzpfc8kw44OycySTZccmeJqWnKoJ6P7zlKt62/s1600-h/Willy%232034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiei8cUmY-3vch2KAIHzv7YglRkw-_6FRSazYec-l1r1Eoc7iVgyzDRFHyrD7uqjSjCC6pkdYkdkkTiiZp-q2NwlPv55gORkr7KS7bMzN8Dzpfc8kw44OycySTZccmeJqWnKoJ6P7zlKt62/s200/Willy%232034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435640909366290" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2mTfuPD2Gi7rIqQeRzhtFlwgzHI9-r981Voy6JhOX3pfCNY2btHiYW1eW_xjx0FQP-QelMsRO3qt1lOhbykKFQZ2GDSnP7IdnPuirdDJ91bAkS-IPww9HN2sYjJPbSojfI4q8myO2L56/s1600-h/Willy%231033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie2mTfuPD2Gi7rIqQeRzhtFlwgzHI9-r981Voy6JhOX3pfCNY2btHiYW1eW_xjx0FQP-QelMsRO3qt1lOhbykKFQZ2GDSnP7IdnPuirdDJ91bAkS-IPww9HN2sYjJPbSojfI4q8myO2L56/s200/Willy%231033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435330546200162" /></a><div>Here to the right are some pics of <br /></div><div>Pam holding our larger boned white girl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjB7-Dt8JeYbQDisZHKI6tgjUuKLIa2AoIBxAM9ra6f_wnVVCy_I9Ftb9BPbyIVTbYyffBRcCqd592ofrp1uGNgJoLiDu-4aAmDPp5WWHKUTQW7mvsJuCBlJrWr6sr3W-Uuk69OO3gu6L-/s1600-h/IMG_0778_2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjB7-Dt8JeYbQDisZHKI6tgjUuKLIa2AoIBxAM9ra6f_wnVVCy_I9Ftb9BPbyIVTbYyffBRcCqd592ofrp1uGNgJoLiDu-4aAmDPp5WWHKUTQW7mvsJuCBlJrWr6sr3W-Uuk69OO3gu6L-/s200/IMG_0778_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271232462809318034" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKP9lPNhxFu8p67tz5C8hIUX_DhZi152I6ORboHSZwjDUdSpjOQ5jMR2CQSYACJfCXxMbGJqhRHzDymHkc96UVAgUrgWqf9Z-4zA5iCPAUYu6VdZxwUp4LSIsmW5nm8dpZ0CAZqoMdtpaO/s1600-h/IMG_0782_2.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKP9lPNhxFu8p67tz5C8hIUX_DhZi152I6ORboHSZwjDUdSpjOQ5jMR2CQSYACJfCXxMbGJqhRHzDymHkc96UVAgUrgWqf9Z-4zA5iCPAUYu6VdZxwUp4LSIsmW5nm8dpZ0CAZqoMdtpaO/s200/IMG_0782_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271232094552506210" /></a><br />At the end of Week 3 we decided it was time to get the babies out of their "shower" whelping box and into a proper, larger whelping box. Marion likes to keep them in the draft-free shower for 3 weeks, after which they are better able to regulate their own body temperatures. Also, as you can see below, they were planning their escape from the shower, even though they had this tack box as a barrier.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsES_x63lR0YoaGYpq5WgYvof1kV7Qt_04dlFqwc2a3WswIV_KbrEqyH7jycQobvK2i7NA8Bnf-N7jzYkaFUoJJN-Auo5O8JhD8cWZPDJAFHcLwln7Kg7Fl4JH_S-IniAAHr8faBVd6vYz/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsES_x63lR0YoaGYpq5WgYvof1kV7Qt_04dlFqwc2a3WswIV_KbrEqyH7jycQobvK2i7NA8Bnf-N7jzYkaFUoJJN-Auo5O8JhD8cWZPDJAFHcLwln7Kg7Fl4JH_S-IniAAHr8faBVd6vYz/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271498535141040002" /></a> When we placed them in their new larger surroundings, there was some whimpering and quivering. They seemed a bit confused and nervous to me but it literally lasted maybe a minute or two at the most. They quickly settled in. We brought Hope in to let them nurse to settle them down. Here you can see BJ pulling Hope's bottom leg out from under her, so that the lower nipples are better exposed for easier access by the babies. In the following picture BJ is stroking her face, which for Hope, seems to mentally relax her and she then lets her milk down.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCafKPy82AUFvq6923g91Wl96TTctXmQC9TX2rhFlmZpXhZUfcy0T9FRNz1tXvhFe6TPFMPt6M1MGdOfZQEn2vtdPvO1Lolx7dLcMGinZcXliPTXHbKFvkPcEb4wQJ_dZQdT842RUlpA_7/s1600-h/IMG_0867.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCafKPy82AUFvq6923g91Wl96TTctXmQC9TX2rhFlmZpXhZUfcy0T9FRNz1tXvhFe6TPFMPt6M1MGdOfZQEn2vtdPvO1Lolx7dLcMGinZcXliPTXHbKFvkPcEb4wQJ_dZQdT842RUlpA_7/s200/IMG_0867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270436459815823730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxpICzpHT_TvyN077_qtNMUnFnj02W6QnjlNB3Gv2Kb0r2mXogw6t2s6HNTDfeEtChQ0ks2Nz3VwDwwGpIdlS5vKE8pyXHqY9_hWqdlcusdHjYBw5QhYhQjpPWRJ5ibDTGoxtz3X1iDNg/s1600-h/IMG_0868.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxpICzpHT_TvyN077_qtNMUnFnj02W6QnjlNB3Gv2Kb0r2mXogw6t2s6HNTDfeEtChQ0ks2Nz3VwDwwGpIdlS5vKE8pyXHqY9_hWqdlcusdHjYBw5QhYhQjpPWRJ5ibDTGoxtz3X1iDNg/s200/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270436948319543282" /></a>During their 3rd week, Marion wanted to give them goat's milk as a supplement to Hope's milk. Marion has a special technique. You warm the milk and place in a bottle. Hold puppy on lap and place fingers on either side of the mouth; not squeezing, just kind of holding their head still. Then squeeze the bottle with the other hand creating a flow of milk and direct the flow at the pup's mouth. Once they start to lap at it, make sure to direct the flow down onto the tongue, and not at the back of the throat, which can make them choke. Everyone asked me why Marion did this as opposed to just putting down a bowl for all of them. Two reasons: they stay cleaner And we can keep track of who is getting what and make sure that each belly is filled up good!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkTAOpcnJyDbTAqL9AqAuI17LSNOnQ0RSx8jOz2W4Te9y3THYPOBRnz21PZocsfrlTADwQDvQgJepQwHGoA6R5JsDNeY-XKUMzp8-v9P9t1TqVh_LMpXGdWbHHQh_GKsviEgTdj7GIaGx/s1600-h/IMG_0912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSkTAOpcnJyDbTAqL9AqAuI17LSNOnQ0RSx8jOz2W4Te9y3THYPOBRnz21PZocsfrlTADwQDvQgJepQwHGoA6R5JsDNeY-XKUMzp8-v9P9t1TqVh_LMpXGdWbHHQh_GKsviEgTdj7GIaGx/s320/IMG_0912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272056329716849330" /></a><br />At 3 1/2 weeks it was time to have their first semi-solid meal. Marion feeds her dogs kibble. I feed my dogs raw. Marion indulged me and their first meal was finely minced raw beef and beef organ mixed with goat's milk. Below is a series of pictures showing the first meal. The tri bitch and large white bitch to the left were so piggy we had to pull them away! Look at them bracing their legs to practically climb in the bowl. First meal was a huge success and Marion decided to give them this once a day, at night, and they seemed to rest quite well with full tummies.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6Jf41rtYZUqEoFKWXvcv1Ia02VOjZDBK4WqPfBZOs3bzHTmaGozbKuJcDBWqZAn0LkHufzWGus3NkstjqYQNTscrR6shmABq8iXv83OrnAo5XsZyPK-9xIwg9VBxGoJG-7pMkZmfxUAK/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6Jf41rtYZUqEoFKWXvcv1Ia02VOjZDBK4WqPfBZOs3bzHTmaGozbKuJcDBWqZAn0LkHufzWGus3NkstjqYQNTscrR6shmABq8iXv83OrnAo5XsZyPK-9xIwg9VBxGoJG-7pMkZmfxUAK/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271522763461316802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44jLAOvFzSJbs8Af9f4kP8wlSuEgQVfm2Qif59uWY3aR-O7Zo4Mt-IwtWoI8MLD2ODEBuxukTpT5xLN6Cx-OHLxUVwmHhRVRWT0axANAVbW8GENACDmNh4t3W2CeQbt0TiMr2UleXX_ls/s1600-h/IMG_0928.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44jLAOvFzSJbs8Af9f4kP8wlSuEgQVfm2Qif59uWY3aR-O7Zo4Mt-IwtWoI8MLD2ODEBuxukTpT5xLN6Cx-OHLxUVwmHhRVRWT0axANAVbW8GENACDmNh4t3W2CeQbt0TiMr2UleXX_ls/s320/IMG_0928.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272056006852248018" /></a><br />We might start feeding them Orijen food occasionally as I would want them to be at least familiar with a kibble-style food, as they might be fed this way in their new homes. I will certainly have the Raw Talk with all the owners, but we will see what happens with that. Here is some info on this food (that my Java eats sometimes). It is protein and veggies with no grain and while expensive, an interesting option to those interested in high quality dry food.<br /><a href="http://www.championpetfoods.com/orijen/orijen/">http://www.championpetfoods.com/orijen/orijen/</a><a href="http://www.championpetfoods.com/orijen/orijen/"></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Freeman came to see the babies and here he is with one of the white girls. She was apparently hungry as she immediately started sucking on his finger, whereas she had never done that with anyone else. Or maybe he just smells and tastes good and thats why all the bullies behave so well for him in the ring! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixY5HiRHi1o5yvUkZrf5sBKOSpiegl3g4PZcL36pzlEtX_JbIZdZJZ9VF76O5QpoMZFLlV0OOUPGQKcG836Crgx2U_xU25dlAVvJUm8_SNzyW6CI1DzRRCvReaWQmtx6ACZlhD7Y00TIkR/s1600-h/IMG_0806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixY5HiRHi1o5yvUkZrf5sBKOSpiegl3g4PZcL36pzlEtX_JbIZdZJZ9VF76O5QpoMZFLlV0OOUPGQKcG836Crgx2U_xU25dlAVvJUm8_SNzyW6CI1DzRRCvReaWQmtx6ACZlhD7Y00TIkR/s200/IMG_0806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272044155802165458" /></a><br />He fell in love with the smaller boned white girl. Here is a side shot of her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXPYq0FNbQO6JJjyJQf0b7tntwhqmU_NGhO5AM5UpxYgx8eYnCROOy41g6EblY9aG5T8EiYwxS_ROmap_5r-Hj-CgAwa6EgErVw86L0cZHNfgsYQM2wM3iu28v3I0lMWNX7cjIjQIAgbJ/s1600-h/IMG_0856_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXPYq0FNbQO6JJjyJQf0b7tntwhqmU_NGhO5AM5UpxYgx8eYnCROOy41g6EblY9aG5T8EiYwxS_ROmap_5r-Hj-CgAwa6EgErVw86L0cZHNfgsYQM2wM3iu28v3I0lMWNX7cjIjQIAgbJ/s320/IMG_0856_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272062022978118978" /></a>I cant wait to see how she matures. Her ears look tiny and she has quite the profile right now. She has the tiniest spot of color over her left eye. Cant really tell what color it is. It looks gray! And no it isnt dirt - I checked. maybe it will be a faint black smudge or a fawn smudge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thats it for now....stay tuned</div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-19975685435107321262008-11-08T09:08:00.001-08:002008-11-08T09:24:27.365-08:00What The Heck Was That?Hope lives in my home with Beckett and she is Queen of the universe around here. If she wants to eat her food And his food, that is what she does, with no protest from Beckett. If she wants the toy he is playing with, then she will walk right over and take it. I always make a point of telling people that the reason why we have a peaceful household with two intact bull terriers moving through the house together is because Beckett is a gentleman. Or a wimp, depending on how you look at it. And, Hope has a bit of an attitude. She is very much about herself.<div><br /></div><div>It is because of this personality that Marion was concerned that Hope might not be a natural mother... That Hope might not like the babies or want to take care of them. Well, she certainly came through the whelping wonderfully and for the first few days she was a bit of a "helicopter" mom, hovering over them and whimpering a bit. Her vocalizations seemed to either be saying "I don't know what to do" or "why are they making noises? What the heck are they?". After Day 3 she settled into a routine but by the end of the first week she was OK about nursing them, but the moment they were done, she wanted out of the whelping box. She has been caring, but pretty hands off and has taken to searching out her "Me" time. This has largely involved spending time outside in this balmy weather in a side yard in an igloo lined with hay where she lounges away from the tiny, teat sucking critters.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now to get to the point of this post. Apparently this morning Hope was in the whelping box and one of the puppies growled at her and Marion said she leapt straight up and ran out of the room with her tail between her legs! So much for mothering instinct LOL. When they turn 3 weeks next Wednesday we will be moving them to a larger, proper whelping box arrangement. Their eyes are all open and they are beginning to walk around, so Hope will learn quickly what its like to have physically and vocally demanding puppies at her feet!</div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-17302705974717694262008-11-04T15:05:00.000-08:002008-11-05T09:50:28.114-08:00Legacy Babies at 2 Weeks of AgeHope and Grimi's babies are 2 weeks old and they are extremely fat and happy. Hope must have rich milk because they are not constant feeders, but obviously what they get is filling them up quite well. Hope is raw fed and I like to think her excellent diet has something to do with the vigor these puppies display. <div><br /></div><div>This first series of pics is our brindle boy, whom I am calling Little Buddy for now, because he is just that. His eyes are still closed yet he hears and smells me and comes right over. I birthed him and I think he imprinted on me! He is so fat that David thought we should name him Jimmy Dean (like the sausage). <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNvc5LRkxkU1fB2ywMxjiCz8prKFIF2JjVMkQJQCTGX8B1YmBHQURTJ8Myf4H2XaGHvWOYJ3Nv6g7_KHECRNJ30s09UTKhsHm5ssRBjKHp1xGyhL9pU7crCSzP6UisaMq91_tDutdTS2b/s1600-h/IMG_0752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiNvc5LRkxkU1fB2ywMxjiCz8prKFIF2JjVMkQJQCTGX8B1YmBHQURTJ8Myf4H2XaGHvWOYJ3Nv6g7_KHECRNJ30s09UTKhsHm5ssRBjKHp1xGyhL9pU7crCSzP6UisaMq91_tDutdTS2b/s200/IMG_0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265169157373122802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeDKfC3JHZkt9eJAaLz1KO5qiPiV4-0M88xZcLs5x51ajtUeWkmk5j-2OmXnluadH10AujV6Sv6u7kK-C6kHqgLh0yYUQHKDXdFEuaRzyUZ7JEjLWev1Y68GnJ-K2xCQvuWVLmkY9SJZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeDKfC3JHZkt9eJAaLz1KO5qiPiV4-0M88xZcLs5x51ajtUeWkmk5j-2OmXnluadH10AujV6Sv6u7kK-C6kHqgLh0yYUQHKDXdFEuaRzyUZ7JEjLWev1Y68GnJ-K2xCQvuWVLmkY9SJZ0/s200/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265168989173943698" /></a><div>Here is the only other male in the litter. At first we thought he was white with a tri-color ear. Now we are thinking it is red-smut, which would be great for our breeding program, if he turns out to be of that caliber. He is still not as bright white as his sisters as his meconium stains are still fading. Even with all of his Momma's licking, he is still not bright white!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCrCuYJ5VgSmgpnG7UkWZckbUijN_Qph5pLTe5XVd1kJsn7MOgIuiqQLMiK3jel5777bwJft22d0BvAwd6ptwd0hC5KJg2mnNu23MG1Do40IXzL7paiQqnEzd2hgFieFP0f0CT2NGYACq/s1600-h/IMG_0735.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJCrCuYJ5VgSmgpnG7UkWZckbUijN_Qph5pLTe5XVd1kJsn7MOgIuiqQLMiK3jel5777bwJft22d0BvAwd6ptwd0hC5KJg2mnNu23MG1Do40IXzL7paiQqnEzd2hgFieFP0f0CT2NGYACq/s200/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264950944708366898" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTRL7LMaLu6VabPo7cipaNYOu2Ii2lo1kZPU4M_o1mhfGBZf90Zuhh6o1fcH_lrVdegyAUWkaSQzfkYkTIkJVtoCwJUrFP9BFZG0xkTgBPB8Fj51JsaDmLjUAyEjPIB_mX5hMGncVTRBp/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTTRL7LMaLu6VabPo7cipaNYOu2Ii2lo1kZPU4M_o1mhfGBZf90Zuhh6o1fcH_lrVdegyAUWkaSQzfkYkTIkJVtoCwJUrFP9BFZG0xkTgBPB8Fj51JsaDmLjUAyEjPIB_mX5hMGncVTRBp/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264950106952706786" /></a><br /></div><div>Below is Rose, or as she will be registered, Legacy Lucky Rose of Winsor. She started out as the "large tri girl" although she and her tri-colored sister are the same size already. She has lovely markings.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS91p2HEzmbBWdHDaCX7uOtHTPrYl0Fa9c_RPhm3a3sfIfWSE-yAbyWApKn_nrzzpIwk9NnGWjhhubEua4Zjjoiu403z6K2vOAbwyeLggXL-BZJOSBR3JdTRbOFjUrQycCvATExc7DvRWx/s1600-h/IMG_0747.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS91p2HEzmbBWdHDaCX7uOtHTPrYl0Fa9c_RPhm3a3sfIfWSE-yAbyWApKn_nrzzpIwk9NnGWjhhubEua4Zjjoiu403z6K2vOAbwyeLggXL-BZJOSBR3JdTRbOFjUrQycCvATExc7DvRWx/s200/IMG_0747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265232031889621986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUBCB_khgt_oURR4hrEx-h7OSetr-2vwscND_woFvNQqb7QRrLMiRLdmhaspanFvQoHM-nYuI29Aqi8i1e4G-YbommoG7eF7zcVqob22Bh2PnCg4dYeYayyaHUQ2Edna5saIZuzGAkKu0/s1600-h/IMG_0746.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUBCB_khgt_oURR4hrEx-h7OSetr-2vwscND_woFvNQqb7QRrLMiRLdmhaspanFvQoHM-nYuI29Aqi8i1e4G-YbommoG7eF7zcVqob22Bh2PnCg4dYeYayyaHUQ2Edna5saIZuzGAkKu0/s200/IMG_0746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265231546003353922" /></a><br /></div><div>This is Winsor's Glorious Legacy, whom we call Glo. She is the biggest boned of the bunch. Maybe we should name her Big Boned Gal. She is such a chunker! It will be interesting to see if this holds true as she develops. BJ thought we should name them all after sausages, like Bratwurst! Hey, its food and somewhere down the line I should have a food-themed litter:). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoy4mjhTRqM1-TdqlUhpjp8rkfvgZ48YZ4IdWpacldR5m3aNDuO1LXkcR7WCZtGJvmKJUbPE4Z4WrgE5UFjDO5tXg7Ooz1-DWgo9rXbEF7KK2yD2WyAwZlVKm1JEx0uSAWcslPJMQwlo2a/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoy4mjhTRqM1-TdqlUhpjp8rkfvgZ48YZ4IdWpacldR5m3aNDuO1LXkcR7WCZtGJvmKJUbPE4Z4WrgE5UFjDO5tXg7Ooz1-DWgo9rXbEF7KK2yD2WyAwZlVKm1JEx0uSAWcslPJMQwlo2a/s200/IMG_0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265206702105182530" /></a><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND-gKJkXAb3J7ZpbqffIqgDyhKNN3Ff8Ow3_01s_VhxPXSsMFilLxXRoUGOA-saWaZUZe8Fm5ngn0iPPZx5RRwCngI1ManYRGbt_PkylE9YrZuNTKeIYz4pxGVsghjESrrzZl7t_Bd121/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjND-gKJkXAb3J7ZpbqffIqgDyhKNN3Ff8Ow3_01s_VhxPXSsMFilLxXRoUGOA-saWaZUZe8Fm5ngn0iPPZx5RRwCngI1ManYRGbt_PkylE9YrZuNTKeIYz4pxGVsghjESrrzZl7t_Bd121/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265170349816456034" /></a><br /></div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjV4NMEg88pGKahh2fu4_a8wrfITh8SNEqheqldGclong-NSFpeTQccSfiLFXUnYXRSdhcQzAzRnx_iHGJVE8MdGwr7jz2kO6UqcivbYDM9duvaNSO6Q3BjWKJp0RoxJBWOVPHgdMXMli/s320/IMG_0739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265170612155554690" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Below is the other tri-colored girl. She has a white splash on her back to distinguish her from her sister. She also looks to have a great head and back. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwqZ0mClyPyzeukqYFwn1bXzQEd0RnceUzxi5YNJmDAk4XoL0yMuVoCU-B6XsyFmlyBTb4qonqb_dZ_LNjOHnON5slt1uTbCjrwdnR-kkNE6v27bZCgnBPkMabPG8jwoONEwdgqdk3_ny/s1600-h/Unknown-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwqZ0mClyPyzeukqYFwn1bXzQEd0RnceUzxi5YNJmDAk4XoL0yMuVoCU-B6XsyFmlyBTb4qonqb_dZ_LNjOHnON5slt1uTbCjrwdnR-kkNE6v27bZCgnBPkMabPG8jwoONEwdgqdk3_ny/s320/Unknown-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265205694843394962" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdRRzUqqEPYhmCiDrm9nEJPEp4nEmgMRA_rejr6o6wUoGC0FYY4ZXS5KWSzsjlZyikCAPpuYiiZie2d_ftfoW2dj2Xp5RU6Vh63s8pcV047Begj94yJtZfLIl6tX5rar_SKXrjZQ4E6N9/s1600-h/IMG_0737.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSdRRzUqqEPYhmCiDrm9nEJPEp4nEmgMRA_rejr6o6wUoGC0FYY4ZXS5KWSzsjlZyikCAPpuYiiZie2d_ftfoW2dj2Xp5RU6Vh63s8pcV047Begj94yJtZfLIl6tX5rar_SKXrjZQ4E6N9/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265195926257523986" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And finally, our other solid white girl, who while not as big boned as her sister, is showing other virtues of her own. Marion is interested in seeing how her head develops. She has a lot of length, which in Marion's experience, often allows quite a bit of turn to develop.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc1FHUwbAL5xrQIhYVi7vj4mv4xdeGsKLGxYO8m22Y20srJsAatbLE0pupn59eKiFaFGo-YTQ-v_ZgBErhXf8Fz50BZx3PHoVZfS-FPdcgpwwmBuRq63XuEMzvuDEw_nAAgxNWfTkGkIa/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc1FHUwbAL5xrQIhYVi7vj4mv4xdeGsKLGxYO8m22Y20srJsAatbLE0pupn59eKiFaFGo-YTQ-v_ZgBErhXf8Fz50BZx3PHoVZfS-FPdcgpwwmBuRq63XuEMzvuDEw_nAAgxNWfTkGkIa/s200/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265221863587126546" /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MQhl8rXBU07kHpBdY0N5zTYjWZgKxGAjkx1KeIUp7bhShlxDWfw-vDjgR_0aW24WLVkRdrf_2xCMf-YelvtfevEnlNq5du16qBWb5raCanlr4QaxIw2N4Xcrpvg0ia7uF88l97K2ek9K/s200/IMG_0750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265222672011261682" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1MKPEpBnkJ0-a6Jbsza_7wF7PRWeTblsHqAV1wglW7By3gR9IFPgH56kfRPAM4CtAhZNsh1LiUrYXQbqgAoYI9G7TFGDpIKslSto99A6jb2R1QawYlWs9_-_b-HcTK573UBHXX7MxE8L/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1MKPEpBnkJ0-a6Jbsza_7wF7PRWeTblsHqAV1wglW7By3gR9IFPgH56kfRPAM4CtAhZNsh1LiUrYXQbqgAoYI9G7TFGDpIKslSto99A6jb2R1QawYlWs9_-_b-HcTK573UBHXX7MxE8L/s200/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264951663575127394" /></a></div><div>The pups largely cooperated and weren't too wiggly during their photo shoot. These sandals to the left are the flower patterned shoes that Marion was wearing during the whelping that inspired "Rose's" name.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I leave you with two adorable chunky butts - Glo and Little Buddy. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQralmI0a1p5LX8WjNRgF5EmP90mFMFTQ97UcC7TAlW2JEwJKfLe2oKkFy_eyJnhBjYKUjk2o-OZk68vdd5ExOcsX_lxgKLySKwDexpKF_XkVdnAqKQvphKhISObXm3pw0AUdSI3A1z7u/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQralmI0a1p5LX8WjNRgF5EmP90mFMFTQ97UcC7TAlW2JEwJKfLe2oKkFy_eyJnhBjYKUjk2o-OZk68vdd5ExOcsX_lxgKLySKwDexpKF_XkVdnAqKQvphKhISObXm3pw0AUdSI3A1z7u/s200/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264968405624215394" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-13645479524426447672008-10-29T15:55:00.000-07:002008-12-29T14:53:22.500-08:00Legacy is LaunchedI would like to introduce you to Legacy Bull Terriers, which, in a way, had its initial roots in 1970 when I got my first bull terrier at age 9 and was bit by the bully bug. The true roots, however, reside with my mentor Marion Dussault of Winsor Bull Terriers, so I would like to give you a little background involving Marion and Winsor.<div><br /></div><div>I had always had pets, as opposed to show dogs, and in 2000 I was looking to add another male to my household and assumed it would be another pet. My old Jo was nearing 14 years of age and I wanted another brindle boy. Through the Springfield, MA kennel club I found Pam Rys, who has become a very good friend. She told me about a woman named Marion Dussault, whose Winsor Bull Terriers was about an hour away from me. She had a young brindle male for sale, Pam told me. I contacted Marion who told me about a local show and to come find her there. Well, I knew Nothing about the show world and I went up to her right before a ring time and she very pre-occupied. I truly did not understand why or what was going on. She had no time for me and pretty much brushed me off, but in a friendly way. Call me at home again she said and you can come over tomorrow after the show. That's what I did and my life was never the same. <br /><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmqXCoh4C1clLFexJKzXv22klMQ-xWHvUlYxmcF1w6ucQSLEP7-1CS-6kxufRH-nVXG7e-2IaIyTwRO-0O8FHOS4qDujiGyBPXG8oYyD49I6OAez84I1QFX226kERgBrUMlA24FDKvQ8M/s1600-h/Cutie+Pie011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpmqXCoh4C1clLFexJKzXv22klMQ-xWHvUlYxmcF1w6ucQSLEP7-1CS-6kxufRH-nVXG7e-2IaIyTwRO-0O8FHOS4qDujiGyBPXG8oYyD49I6OAez84I1QFX226kERgBrUMlA24FDKvQ8M/s320/Cutie+Pie011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262715656137129506" /></a></div><div>She was hosting several people from the show and now that the event was over, everyone was relaxing. There were dogs frolicking in fenced-in yards here and there. I saw a beautiful brindle male who apparently had just been showing; he was the father of the boy I had come to see. Marion brought out this adorable brindle boy, who for all intensive purposes was so vivid in color and square in shape, he looked like a stuffed toy. He was precious and I loved him immediately. I was so, so naive. I figured since I had owned a few bull terriers before and had the money, that Of Course I could have him! Well, I didn't know it at the time, but Marion was sizing me up. Big Time. She didn't know me from a hole in the wall. Unbeknownst to me, several other people had wanted to buy this dog but Marion was waiting for the "right" home. She told me she would co-own this dog with whomever she sold him to. I nodded in agreement, having No idea what that meant LOL. He would be important to her breeding program and would be shown. Well, I've never had a show dog, I told her, but maybe, perhaps, I would be willing to go to some local shows, meaning I would get him there for her to show...or whatever. I really didn't know what any of this show stuff was about. Marion says now that she sold Beckett to me because she saw that I wanted a dog to love and that I couldn't care less about his "prospects". She could see I would give him a good home and that was the Most important thing to her. So Beckett came into my life....and so did Marion. Now it is over 8 years later and we are BFFs. She is a mother, sister, Best Friend and mentor. We sometimes talk 4 times a day. She has taught me to handle dogs in the ring. She has given my son dogs to show and to learn and grow on. I went Way beyond the local shows and in the last 8 years I have taken her Winsor dogs to California, Florida, St. Louis, Arizona and all up and down the east coast and Canada - handling the dogs myself, and loving it. My son has become a truly amazing handler in his own right and Marion has helped him mature from a shy 12 year old to a confident 18 year old. It was time for me to begin a kennel name for myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope, our white bitch (Ch. Winsor's Hope Springs Eternal ROM) was 4 1/2 and it was time to have a litter. Much thought was put into who the "husband" should be. Marion and I went back and forth many times weighing one stud dog against another. In the end, she very much allowed me to make the decision. Ch. Victoria's Grimaldi Windfall ROM, a very handsome brindle and white boy who just so happens to share a grandfather with Hope, (the highly regarded Ch. Kenzed Prince of Darkness at Denpower). I liked the fact that it was a line breeding and both dam and stud passed all their health tests with flying colors. Here are pics of the happy couple:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSGPs35qbe9UVXcmRWqc7H3fgnRwZfsZhOPvZNQHBBV-E-nICKEN4wDYzTK5ENkvMC2gWvax9Hqi2UDHD-MuoVqEmVKR_4uldSyn8EfNiuhzHgfrng91VyZn2Bk9tvjE2E07IoAh6gnhX/s1600-h/IMG_2288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSGPs35qbe9UVXcmRWqc7H3fgnRwZfsZhOPvZNQHBBV-E-nICKEN4wDYzTK5ENkvMC2gWvax9Hqi2UDHD-MuoVqEmVKR_4uldSyn8EfNiuhzHgfrng91VyZn2Bk9tvjE2E07IoAh6gnhX/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722779814551906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgproU3GBdgHun_IH721c79gNVnWLsWbmjzOCKv2lx57BIFuOljrF6VoNPdmuAzmGzBGDn1CCaEmgjvp45Dc3HAyn22NRPCBZ8yWaXnqHxXzEAmAR_3OTPgfNvL5Kudowwr_6ZHtLNn2RIk/s1600-h/Grimi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgproU3GBdgHun_IH721c79gNVnWLsWbmjzOCKv2lx57BIFuOljrF6VoNPdmuAzmGzBGDn1CCaEmgjvp45Dc3HAyn22NRPCBZ8yWaXnqHxXzEAmAR_3OTPgfNvL5Kudowwr_6ZHtLNn2RIk/s320/Grimi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262725565270591234" /></a><br /></div><div>We did an AI, two times, two days in a row, with careful coordination between Glenna and Tom Wright, who were handling the collection and shipping of the chilled semen, and our repro vet. The pregnancy went very smoothly and I was fascinated at the changes I saw in Hope. Not even two weeks into it and she was acting more "huggy" than normal and seemed to crave physical contact. A week later and some black pigmentation spots appeared on her face and ears. The next signal was that on our daily walk, she was asking to stop a little earlier. Somewhere between weeks 4 and 5 and she just Popped! There was no denying she was pregnant. She never went off her food and continued to take daily walks, although they did get shorter, right up to her week of delivery. Here she is just days before delivering:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbC3kvW4sNDnFrMj_N6BdxOMnIiOexlMWttf2LiDsTWAdBGyp53yWnM1YYpO8-wDcc31s1vr5os7pWgCv6nf_GsMYaQ8VqMiX7BuJKAUfs2a6o9dugfqX5N8-pSCTvXou_C-HikPOJcBa/s1600-h/IMG_0269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbC3kvW4sNDnFrMj_N6BdxOMnIiOexlMWttf2LiDsTWAdBGyp53yWnM1YYpO8-wDcc31s1vr5os7pWgCv6nf_GsMYaQ8VqMiX7BuJKAUfs2a6o9dugfqX5N8-pSCTvXou_C-HikPOJcBa/s320/IMG_0269.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262726197839378930" /></a><br /></div><div>The evening of October 20th we took her to the vet for an ultra-sound and they confirmed 6 babies, perhaps more. Marion was going to take her to her house, where the whelping would be done, right after, but at the last minute she said why don't you take her home. The next morning, Hope didn't eat. This was a Huge sign as this is a bitch that lives to eat...and eat some more. BJ Ralston, who was helping throughout, got her down to Marion's right away as I had a meeting that morning. That night, October 21st at 10:20pm her mucous plug emerged. Marion, BJ and I were at hand and BJ volunteered to do the overnight watch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing happened during the night other than her occasional digging in her bedding. Marion had the shower stall set up, which is where many a Winsor bitch has had a litter, especially in the colder months. It is draft free, clean and easy to keep clean, self contained and, hey, its in the bathroom so when you need to "go" you dont have to leave the newborn babies. Anyone who has whelped a litter of bull terriers and performed baby duty for those first weeks, you know it is a 24/7 situation. This eases many of the logistical obstacles. The bathroom is large and we have a bed right there next to the shower stall.</div><div><br /></div><div>At 5:30am October 22nd (Norma Smith's birthday I might add), very light contractions began. At about 8:00am they started in earnest. Soon after, green meconium came flooding out and Hope started to nest again. Here she is digging in her bedding and you can see a spot of mecomium. In the next picture she is panting and resting, momentarily. The reason for "why" she had been feeling so funny for weeks was about to appear.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXtThhsipY_SAFirSZgH5pINXjT-97QmJ-2jOEofeBWaW71J30LnLZXgzWEadEvbXTjnFTbElyrlqoMKFkYj8MezmgVy7KCrSCcisIO9-k8M1UobUVqmAs1HggzEUrEF2g3RYCYStSl6l/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXtThhsipY_SAFirSZgH5pINXjT-97QmJ-2jOEofeBWaW71J30LnLZXgzWEadEvbXTjnFTbElyrlqoMKFkYj8MezmgVy7KCrSCcisIO9-k8M1UobUVqmAs1HggzEUrEF2g3RYCYStSl6l/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262727658773836386" /></a><br /><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgTzQeWM167KIEMF4cQCmhI-PQDWkSOQvvYN2dn9wyRN4ULflXnd3Rw4wfZTCWhOV4mg1EfGN5TVoB8gJZSK_Udb-htNUoa_f-YsmAwkr4tzhwqwT92ye-nHLrEEGBtBHQl5RJryh9gJQg/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262728175979756674" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />"The meconium means there's a baby in distress", Marion said. I couldn't fathom why we weren't "doing" anything but Marion said to wait and that the contractions were productive. Sure enough, not even 5 minutes later and a Very green white male with a tri-color ear emerged into the world.<br /><br /></div><div>This pic shows Hope's vulva bulging indicating that the baby is right there:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxI6jZvfVgXaXRx2MxdkbE8isbFbyVke5snj9RDhx_gR0bE2txllNFdqATO2HavEj6f3sqlJCZsDx0R5LbJUfMoAG9auRnykjvUtMVX733moOPCukX9OQixcbs4jg6qTqyUq6Rymdml80/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsxI6jZvfVgXaXRx2MxdkbE8isbFbyVke5snj9RDhx_gR0bE2txllNFdqATO2HavEj6f3sqlJCZsDx0R5LbJUfMoAG9auRnykjvUtMVX733moOPCukX9OQixcbs4jg6qTqyUq6Rymdml80/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262737550877761250" /></a><br /></div><div>This next pic shows Marion aiding Hope and in the following one our green boy (betcha didn't know there were green bull terriers) is being offered to Hope to be cleaned off. From the get-go Hope handled the emergence of her first child with aplomb and was more than happy to help clean him up. My first Legacy litter was officially here! I could not have been happier to witness and participate in this literal birth and am blessed that I had Marion and BJ there to experience it with me. Hey, who am I kidding, None of this would have happened without Marion and there was never a question that she would manage the birth. When your mentor has been whelping Bull Terriers for over 30 years, you take advantage of the <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgyHZgsfuC3R0IIkho-09u1ISZYFV4iz36CBZTdj589kIugePv5JcGpBk-5K1jB3YtQoCvq1b_voW7b9SwlLuH5ZphJKMIVapbW-EjutDC-WQcqH1i-2rx3aBVr2UzlfsosChEKp_rsAW/s1600-h/IMG_0284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgyHZgsfuC3R0IIkho-09u1ISZYFV4iz36CBZTdj589kIugePv5JcGpBk-5K1jB3YtQoCvq1b_voW7b9SwlLuH5ZphJKMIVapbW-EjutDC-WQcqH1i-2rx3aBVr2UzlfsosChEKp_rsAW/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932002427362130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gGimxVqHt4XzqmoqeyszU0OVRFESLi4Vh4qsGssZAxtvPC6nh_JjhVE9s01Psf1wONxB0Nk9jU7jDkEmbygE-ba_1nnHdv9QAOG4dS0KPJOG0RjN4ruXfXiPkUygBhNyYk5tG12OGXUw/s1600-h/IMG_0287.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gGimxVqHt4XzqmoqeyszU0OVRFESLi4Vh4qsGssZAxtvPC6nh_JjhVE9s01Psf1wONxB0Nk9jU7jDkEmbygE-ba_1nnHdv9QAOG4dS0KPJOG0RjN4ruXfXiPkUygBhNyYk5tG12OGXUw/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262932724020000498" /></a><br /><br />Here Hope looks happy and relieved<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffQL7CLgBCitmG1JoQpjJXy8-NN367umTEi_YfrbXXqCnUOo6Wj5e2S-r33gVJX5qILXcrdthkjxadSZTUkF0xcx8BRnLZVucho9-eENxdsQMLs6JwbsBZFuzCUZRj2IMAU8vRr9pBnql/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjffQL7CLgBCitmG1JoQpjJXy8-NN367umTEi_YfrbXXqCnUOo6Wj5e2S-r33gVJX5qILXcrdthkjxadSZTUkF0xcx8BRnLZVucho9-eENxdsQMLs6JwbsBZFuzCUZRj2IMAU8vRr9pBnql/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262933937412716898" /></a><br /></div><div>An all white girl came next. Here Hope looks like she is surprised at the 2nd baby..."Oh there's more?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_r35idjgC9g85csEfEai8GtuBwjt588ePBTTHLu1IGoLOWkZQzW_43oTs0vjyZd0DS5fgzRKXclOxE5KixNguRAlZH4cw-x0xEibGZ4wfl31gvF66KlZo7T5RpaX8zq3tafkjopLOSBw/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_r35idjgC9g85csEfEai8GtuBwjt588ePBTTHLu1IGoLOWkZQzW_43oTs0vjyZd0DS5fgzRKXclOxE5KixNguRAlZH4cw-x0xEibGZ4wfl31gvF66KlZo7T5RpaX8zq3tafkjopLOSBw/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262934766367420594" /></a><br /></div><div>A tri-colored girl followed. Each of these births was easy with contractions lasting for about 5 minutes and the babies coming out with help, but nothing exceptional. I should mention that while I say that things were uneventful so far, let me clarify by saying that each of these 3 babies needed to be shaken down, not to get them breathing, as they all were, but it is Marion's preferred way of clearing the nasal passages etc. With the green boy, she suctioned his nose too, for good measure. But all 3 were breathing and nursing right away and although one was GREEN, I was enthralled with them all. We called our vet to tell her we were well underway and all was proceeding smoothly. At this point we had a white, a tri and a Green bull terrier!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6JOJxr32ewFLd0IJmIjsRfZN4_j2HrLMdXsBi3EWIREh5pZcSTrJLpEyDDm-Bl-jEE_Cw8M9wy1YPLtzBWx18MeUm_hqbTqiGfwPWeCfsy9c2uojjMr4HkN7Cnv4ZFq0FCy1utDDGZqA/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs6JOJxr32ewFLd0IJmIjsRfZN4_j2HrLMdXsBi3EWIREh5pZcSTrJLpEyDDm-Bl-jEE_Cw8M9wy1YPLtzBWx18MeUm_hqbTqiGfwPWeCfsy9c2uojjMr4HkN7Cnv4ZFq0FCy1utDDGZqA/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262935539123260034" /></a><br /></div><div>My friend Juanita had been waiting for Years to see this event. She had never seen an animal be born and had put her request in early. She arrived at about this time and we told her that she would probably see a baby be born within the hour!</div><div><br /></div><div>"OK", I said to Marion, having watched 3 come into the world fairly routinely. "I want to help deliver the next one. I'm ready. I'm up for this," I declared. Well, an hour went by, then another. Then Hope began to have contractions and we were expecting the next baby to come very much as the previous 3. It was not to be. Her contraction continued for over an hour with no progress. Marion administered an oxytocin shot, which actually didn't seem to do much. We had called the vet and put them on alert. We waited a bit. I started the car to warm it up. It looked like we were going to transport Hope and her 3 babies to the vet for an emergency C-section. BJ prepared a small warming/transport box for the babies. We called the vet again. They said wait 10 more minutes then try another shot of oxytocin. At this point Marion truly believed we had a dead baby clogging up the works and she just wanted to get it Out so that we could hopefully successfully birth the remaining babies. She had her hand up there and could feel a baby in a sack coming down and then retreating, coming down and then retreating again and again. She couldn't gain a finger-hold. We were actually about to perform an episiotomy when about 9 1/2 minutes later Marion yelled "I've got it!". We would later learn that she had her finger wedged up under the pup's chin and there was No Way she was letting go. "Marion," I exclaimed, "if that puppy comes out alive and its a girl her name is going to be Rose, after the roses on your shoes!" This was a pure and true reaction. I was watching Marion hunched over, hand inside my bitch, holding onto a baby for its dear life, working as hard as I've ever seen someone work. She was wearing sandals with teh prettiest pink roses on them, and the words just came....and then...Legacy Lucky Rose of Winsor emerged, no worse for the wear. A big tri-color girl, breathing and ready to suckle. Maron on the other hand, was wiped out LOL. "That bitch isn't going anywhere," Marion declared. "I have never had to work so hard to get a baby out in my life!". The four of us burst into tears of joy and were astonished to see this very alive, very vital girl. Still, since we had the oxygen handy, BJ waved a bit through the tube in front of Rose's nose just in case.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr93MMqPrbTehiI9VV2GMEI4vND2f8hicYJIZSkZ9w_kuA7055dns_bimTXELMGB5qW30ooXXlxMq3bq8MAIAS7ztROOKvRphpy44VE-qfZvp065nXE2KTvxbyBk-8Jtxa5QvdSgViOqw/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwr93MMqPrbTehiI9VV2GMEI4vND2f8hicYJIZSkZ9w_kuA7055dns_bimTXELMGB5qW30ooXXlxMq3bq8MAIAS7ztROOKvRphpy44VE-qfZvp065nXE2KTvxbyBk-8Jtxa5QvdSgViOqw/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936356049419074" /></a>I think Juanita thought she was going to watch a baby come into the world in an uneventful way. Two hours prior she had never even seen an animal being born. She had now witnessed a very hard delivery, complete with injections, frantic vet phone calls, cars at the ready and had given a baby oxygen! I told her she could put Canine Emergency Delivery Nurse on her business cards. At one point all 4 of us were scrambling around doing something as we needed all hands on deck.</div><div>I should mention here about the peculiar anatomy we were dealing with. Hope has, shall we say, a very lush, poofy, protruding vulva, even when she isn't pregnant or in heat. You can see how it extends in that picture up above, where she is on her back. Marion has never seen anything like it and was concerned that her particular anatomy might affect the birthing process. Indeed, what happened was that Hope had no trouble getting most of the babies up over her pelvic bone, but then they would be stuck in this extremely long, tight vulva with no contracting muscles to further them along. So even with the first three, Marion had to "extract" the babies with a bit more intervention than is typical. Rose, was large and just plain stubborn and Hope's anatomy didn't help matters. Needless to say, I did not get to birth that one!</div><div><br /></div><div>So now we had four and I was ready to deliver a baby. The next one started well with the bulge appearing. I bent over Hope placing my hands on her vulva and out started to come a little brown baby. "It's colored, " I exclaimed. "Whatever it is, it's a brindle, " I paused "and it's breach." In my hands I was holding a little brindle butt. Marion yelled at me from across the room, "Get it out of there!" But for whatever reason, I was not panicked, and the baby did not seem to be in distress and I wanted to wait for Hope to push and allow me to work with her contractions. "Marion, let me do it," I yelled back. "It's fine, I can do this!" And with a few more pushes on Hope's part and a few pulls on mine, out popped Baby #5, an adorable brindle and white boy. My heart leaped. Many of you know of my Beckett. He has a fabulous personality and won many a show, including Best Colored Male, Best of Opposite Sex and Best of Opposite Variety at Silverwood 2004 and we had high hopes for his breeding potential. We never did get any babies from him (which is another long story). And now, here, 8 years after Marion entrusted me with Beckett, I had just brought a tiny little version of him into the world. The funny thing is that I had a routine with Hope while she was pregnant. A few times a week, I would say to her "Hope, Im putting my order in," while I rubbed her belly. "I want a brindle boy. Bake me up a brindle boy, OK?" Well, I'm not saying it's foolproof, but it worked! Here he is:</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUB2t_UYe7JhiyuiZoPpklMqt-2kewdZpkP_IfjKUoxEO8D46tqcU7y2wxke-3Akeg6USOREXQpxPAL4X4f13Bv-rI0nsWSM4NJFmGEyrLl_UyX7MrbcmbfUUa0N6UAnJ-X4Lq436gpxtG/s1600-h/IMG_0305.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUB2t_UYe7JhiyuiZoPpklMqt-2kewdZpkP_IfjKUoxEO8D46tqcU7y2wxke-3Akeg6USOREXQpxPAL4X4f13Bv-rI0nsWSM4NJFmGEyrLl_UyX7MrbcmbfUUa0N6UAnJ-X4Lq436gpxtG/s320/IMG_0305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262936747968274354" /></a><br /></div><div>A while later, without much fuss, out came a 2nd white girl. Our litter was complete. Males, females, whites, whites with markings, tris and a brindle. All alive and doing well. Momma Hope doing well. And BJ, Juanita and I in awe of Marion and the whole process. Here Hope watches her babies from the tub that is opposite the shower stall. I think I'd want a bath too after all she had been through.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdOnEjPzL4t_0UQw_ApAD0jh2ITHU7pSr4My9fAwDT5JfK4XEKkLJuPKEQI2v18l9yunXN1PQUIostppQsbqXzUbg1dNC4SqO66Kpdm69peoZmtHSOpOkANL3IViScW6K-7tK5t_l9jLg/s1600-h/IMG_0483.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdOnEjPzL4t_0UQw_ApAD0jh2ITHU7pSr4My9fAwDT5JfK4XEKkLJuPKEQI2v18l9yunXN1PQUIostppQsbqXzUbg1dNC4SqO66Kpdm69peoZmtHSOpOkANL3IViScW6K-7tK5t_l9jLg/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941628816399890" /></a></div><div><br />Here are the two tri girls together; Rose is on the right<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7L80qGGIpmy0vaI60wPXd_KiO7405Fl8MiwQCpmdDydCTGVNURNHOFYLVeUnv5Z0vtZuSREYKOgHBE6xdpUwybi7j0s01oO4yooqHn80e4gnqcYu7HOKR_CoNee5Ip8Uxt1QcdLbgQ8u/s1600-h/IMG_0472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7L80qGGIpmy0vaI60wPXd_KiO7405Fl8MiwQCpmdDydCTGVNURNHOFYLVeUnv5Z0vtZuSREYKOgHBE6xdpUwybi7j0s01oO4yooqHn80e4gnqcYu7HOKR_CoNee5Ip8Uxt1QcdLbgQ8u/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941617629705186" /></a>I like the scale perspective that Hope's nose provides LOL. brindle boy on top, white girl on bottom<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOYULsNQ-RcE-jikIw169Cm9H1NfMcuBb3oKJ6Qt9Hwqvs19yxzZoLrfeE663tkGhDl-d7G3R8rv1F1-x28IMceIMgMehqtW-WBzhbTGYnubSUdgg5RqD-u8Az-zv5N39rApwV9s6EVuP/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOYULsNQ-RcE-jikIw169Cm9H1NfMcuBb3oKJ6Qt9Hwqvs19yxzZoLrfeE663tkGhDl-d7G3R8rv1F1-x28IMceIMgMehqtW-WBzhbTGYnubSUdgg5RqD-u8Az-zv5N39rApwV9s6EVuP/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941608977677522" /></a><br /></div><div>Here you can see the whole litter on Day 3 and get a good sense of markings. However, the white girl on the right does not have a mis-mark on her back. That is a Sharpie mark to distinguish her from her white sister</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlWuah3VflaQSodxdSWhjbQ0qjQnWhwc8J2SJGUfYyVMkjZRKiNzG-KPYW_ze7UN7hRhyMByizVNUQPJj1DJS-1POC_vpIdusfDwgvUh0XvX2_2C69H7U2tCyLGHuAE5dIDDEdZGtQ6LD/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlWuah3VflaQSodxdSWhjbQ0qjQnWhwc8J2SJGUfYyVMkjZRKiNzG-KPYW_ze7UN7hRhyMByizVNUQPJj1DJS-1POC_vpIdusfDwgvUh0XvX2_2C69H7U2tCyLGHuAE5dIDDEdZGtQ6LD/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941076243317570" /></a><br /></div><div>Here is the brindle boy on Day 3<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtg4PhxmKc9Ko8wxCvh4tFgZq1fX_OVmIovEOTTULteGr4nRkNwo-BEuMzD58q3oPvUVKXKU0-L8CTAD17ZWw3loW4lS-PoTmvmtZw6YP-gIowu-C7ZGs2uG8UGE4uK669GEDXzF21kv3L/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtg4PhxmKc9Ko8wxCvh4tFgZq1fX_OVmIovEOTTULteGr4nRkNwo-BEuMzD58q3oPvUVKXKU0-L8CTAD17ZWw3loW4lS-PoTmvmtZw6YP-gIowu-C7ZGs2uG8UGE4uK669GEDXzF21kv3L/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262941078601457522" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Here he is very milk drunk</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6n1wmn96kD4aFdietyw-mop2t7G-_ir9zGcdO-8yMBpC503U3BEMdATDLHyEVG2Vci8zRJmXFC3dSFLLyEXvs99jxy2Y0i_yLqHmuLEYZPoZTnRFAgSZ1pJE8SuWBYta98OQnzn4yvNv/s1600-h/IMG_0530.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6n1wmn96kD4aFdietyw-mop2t7G-_ir9zGcdO-8yMBpC503U3BEMdATDLHyEVG2Vci8zRJmXFC3dSFLLyEXvs99jxy2Y0i_yLqHmuLEYZPoZTnRFAgSZ1pJE8SuWBYta98OQnzn4yvNv/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262945588426028242" /></a><br /><div>This one I have captioned: "Yes you Can be Fat AND happy"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JHjFzWVxju6LXbQgDvDX81penpxpfD8Q5zd0aAno-5ueW28TGJlErEDCdzORUNxgrzPYVpds-4gIPi__TdxvrucUicEQKzNAHuJtqRtg3I8ejd-HYhyCAewCWV5JV_wzxnWHdtnKrxT8/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9JHjFzWVxju6LXbQgDvDX81penpxpfD8Q5zd0aAno-5ueW28TGJlErEDCdzORUNxgrzPYVpds-4gIPi__TdxvrucUicEQKzNAHuJtqRtg3I8ejd-HYhyCAewCWV5JV_wzxnWHdtnKrxT8/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262945583662646594" /></a><br /></div><div>This one is still dreaming of the missing nipple<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtW7Hrqnpc1RxkiRbfLNpB5Z4cds1Q2gaLMlUmZHhf4ZxIIidYF5DpoLjuqzd6qOObwQIIMlIhTtN1risBwARZj_3YAZ-DPQYttetj_tNUwh3Za9EDX-h8aRYSufnAZGBPrEwnvnLzdGGk/s1600-h/IMG_0519.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtW7Hrqnpc1RxkiRbfLNpB5Z4cds1Q2gaLMlUmZHhf4ZxIIidYF5DpoLjuqzd6qOObwQIIMlIhTtN1risBwARZj_3YAZ-DPQYttetj_tNUwh3Za9EDX-h8aRYSufnAZGBPrEwnvnLzdGGk/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262945576558954066" /></a>Belly up to the bar babies!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9tPjjMDNPGUPNiMCUX_AF6LXnLiKupr4LKjEAz_-A0N_p5b86o0XcOq0p2iARlyYHP2JY5AFVOHzi2lVgMNsAGzGSEVC0cHr7F24kKa85I-eN3CEivu4LyU4xtRtt-Hl0yxTnodpBjbS/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs9tPjjMDNPGUPNiMCUX_AF6LXnLiKupr4LKjEAz_-A0N_p5b86o0XcOq0p2iARlyYHP2JY5AFVOHzi2lVgMNsAGzGSEVC0cHr7F24kKa85I-eN3CEivu4LyU4xtRtt-Hl0yxTnodpBjbS/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262945566392797010" /></a></div><div>That's it for now. Thank you all who have been so supportive and interested. Stay tuned for further pics.</div></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-63296271718389894722008-09-19T10:05:00.000-07:002008-09-19T17:57:10.884-07:00Candid Pics vs. Formal...the Challenge of Photographing DogsI am very active in the dog show world, and if we are lucky enough to have a nice win, we will have a formal portrait taken with the judge to document the day. Below was the first time I handled a dog to a Group Placement. This is Ch. Winsor's Ultra Violet of Glentom (Violet) taking a Group 2 under judge Joseph Gregory in January 2007. And boy was it a surprise! Violet was quite young, entered in the 12-18 month class at the time, and she was full of beans that day. Or should I say "full of fire", which is actually part of the Bull Terrier AKC standard. It can be very frustrating for the bull terrier fancier to handle a BT at an all-round show and have a judge that actually seems to penalize our dogs for just this trait. I'm not talking about truly unruly dogs, but dogs that show spunk and a bit of chutzpah - we like that in our bullies. Anyway, she had won breed and I was very nervous about showing in Group and actually considered asking someone else to handle her, and to their credit (Thank you Freeman and Kerry), they basically brow-beat me into staying on the lead. Typically an inexperienced dog coupled with a handler inexperienced in the Group ring is not a winning combination. So into the Group ring we went. She moved around the ring quite well, but when it came time for her to free-stack in front of the judge, she seemed to be enamored of something going on Behind her in the ring. To judge Gregory's credit, he told me to just let her turn around and indeed, she free-stacked beautifully, baiting off of whatever smells or sights were attracting her back there. My friend RC Carusi, a well-known handler, was given Group 1 for his Welsh. Violet was awarded Group 2. RC's wife, Shari, another handler I greatly admire, was handling her Wheaton and was awarded Group 3. Now, this wheaton was (I believe) the #3 Terrier at the time. Freeman, my son, had worked for RC and Shari, so I knew them quite well. I was physically jumping up and down (small jumps, but excited movement just the same). As I stood between them, all of us waiting for the judge to bring us our ribbons I said "I know this is old hat for you two, but this is my first Group placement and I'm very excited"! As if they couldn't tell. Let me just say that I could feel Shari's eye's boring a hole in the back of my head. I don't think she was very pleased. If I were handling the #3 Terrier in the country and was placed after an unfinished puppy, I would have had my own moment of frustration too, I am sure. But as they say, any win is really just a snapshot in time. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQ-yS7BwuSEwUD8o5JDNeug7zH-Dr87glLrWZlYMi-CsCIcieEQRqGE3MWPGXw5__ZZf__TZsnhjSbrozNFSTsaydj4I_IgLllw_cc71hu_7Y4X2dC3rgFsVWOJM20iHacHOpEl9oE3NW/s1600-h/Group2+Violet019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQ-yS7BwuSEwUD8o5JDNeug7zH-Dr87glLrWZlYMi-CsCIcieEQRqGE3MWPGXw5__ZZf__TZsnhjSbrozNFSTsaydj4I_IgLllw_cc71hu_7Y4X2dC3rgFsVWOJM20iHacHOpEl9oE3NW/s320/Group2+Violet019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247842794589461186" /></a><br /></div><div>The photo is OK but I can pick it apart. She is doing something funny with her lip, which I was not aware of, her front legs were placed square, but do not look like it because her body is not perfectly perpendicular to the camera....and I am looking at the camera. After studying many ads and formal show pictures, after this one was taken, I realized that the professional handlers are usually looking down at their dog. The picture, after all, is supposed to be about the dog and by keeping an eye on their charge, they can make sure that the dog is set up as well as possible. I still find posing a dog for a formal picture to be a huge challenge. When there is a platform, I find it even harder; some dogs seem to be particularly uncomfortable on them, so then there is this extra added factor. A few months later, still in the 12-18 month class, we brought Violet all the way down to Maryland in April 2007 for Freeman to show her under judge Peter Green. Peter had actually done a fair amount of bull terrier handling at one time and in fact had littermates to some of Marion Dussault's dogs and they used to show against one another all the time (and Marion would win, but that's another story). The point being that Peter had seen Violet in January (not at the show mentioned above) and had followed me from the ring back to our grooming set-up and was going on and on about how That's what a bull terrier should look like, and how much he liked her. When a judge does that you make a Huge mental note. He also likes Freeman and at one point had asked Freeman to come work for him. With information like that, you get in the car and drive to Maryland! And it paid off. Peter put her up over a champion to give her breed that day. Here is that picture. Freeman, apparently, knows well enough to make sure she isn't doing that funny lip thing.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n8qoSJJV3wyZhv9UEjTq69luHRCKRlPhDac1nyE-Kc7ci9PIQaBO6UIJUHw_Vp-LUiEbPzOFxqLVgl9UzGVvPd6qE2Hd33_2qIh6K8thfdEaMS7WpfowSoNrZ0QiQSqpPydmzonbP5v7/s1600-h/Violet:Green005_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6n8qoSJJV3wyZhv9UEjTq69luHRCKRlPhDac1nyE-Kc7ci9PIQaBO6UIJUHw_Vp-LUiEbPzOFxqLVgl9UzGVvPd6qE2Hd33_2qIh6K8thfdEaMS7WpfowSoNrZ0QiQSqpPydmzonbP5v7/s320/Violet:Green005_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247843189200407666" /></a><br /></div><div>Taking pictures of dogs and handlers moving is another matter all together. I am in awe of sports photographers, and indeed, there are some great ones out there specializing in</div><div>dog show photography. Check out <a href="http://www.dogads.com/">Chris Halvorson</a> and <a href="http://www.ruedigerphotography.com/">Louis Ruediger</a> for some fabulous examples of dog pics.</div><div><br /></div><div>The candid shot is something else altogether, and a good one speaks volumes. This following picture was taken of my son Freeman when he was 13 years old, his handling skills belying his age. The woman in the rear right of the pic, Ann Wiggins, is the owner of the dog in the ring, whose name was Finn, Wendigo York's Double Take (he would receive his Champion status later on under Claudia Sharp). Freeman's bitch had gone lame and he didn't have a dog to show. Ann very graciously asked Freeman to take Finn in the ring, and as is typical with Freeman, he had an instant rapport with the dog. (It is moments like this that make the dog show world so wonderful). The judge is David Harris, in the rear left, inside the ring. This was taken during that year's National Specialty. I absolutely Love this picture. The photographer has put Ann and the judge in focus and indeed, they are both intently focused on what is going on in the ring. Freeman has a relaxed body language, he is in touch with his dog and still in charge. The leash is just taught enough to give Finn guidance. Finn is responding perfectly, ears up, body alert. And, since Freeman knows what he is doing, you can sort of see, although the angle makes it tough, that he has the dog directly in front of the judge, giving him a clear view of the dog's rear movement. All in all, this is a wonderful composition. I have lost the name of the photographer and would love to give credit. If anyone knows, please let me know. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpBgAWC62ydRcnMCyDMbhxh4_gvk8s4_5DuzEXxmWI7To4vDbSMLyydpsfZTJSNQrEtf7lCM9YQxiFwN3EG9n5DMcltKovUfRWHvBsHCu_tHAezVwsoW0A7gMMf_uhZrJAwwzRiOF8zes/s1600-h/Finn009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlpBgAWC62ydRcnMCyDMbhxh4_gvk8s4_5DuzEXxmWI7To4vDbSMLyydpsfZTJSNQrEtf7lCM9YQxiFwN3EG9n5DMcltKovUfRWHvBsHCu_tHAezVwsoW0A7gMMf_uhZrJAwwzRiOF8zes/s320/Finn009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844017965731682" /></a><br /></div><div>The next photo is my favorite candid of all time. It was taken right after Freeman and Hope were awarded a Finalist placement at the Canadian Bronze competition. What a tender moment between a boy and his dog. Freeman bending down to give Hope a congratulatory kiss, the Finalist medal clutched in his hand.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrhjsZi_0pgnCijCrDr7ldkJpQJDLkQ2MTbJ1v-cfUEKVc7r7zajovGUBvo5uJ1OxaNRBM0VF60qSP6rXhpbpJtTxOWtlzbmXwXpTpV2KZM_zxRwVDKslK-7YNORvfNsUOf-SqfFnPZrB/s1600-h/The+Kiss005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrhjsZi_0pgnCijCrDr7ldkJpQJDLkQ2MTbJ1v-cfUEKVc7r7zajovGUBvo5uJ1OxaNRBM0VF60qSP6rXhpbpJtTxOWtlzbmXwXpTpV2KZM_zxRwVDKslK-7YNORvfNsUOf-SqfFnPZrB/s320/The+Kiss005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844206231958578" /></a><br /></div><div>Now for another sort of pic, one with a bit of humor. When our girl Hope was 4 months old she was hired to do a Target promotion in the Hamptons. She was "on duty" for hours, greeting celebrities and posing for pictures. One of the funniest things about bull terriers, and it happens with many of them, is when they are really, really tired, their ears start to fall down the side's of their head. As though they are so tired that they cannot concentrate hard enough to keep them up top! Here, David, my partner and Hope's daddy, is carrying her out of the party at the end of the night. Her makeup is smeared from so much hugging and kissing and her eyes and ears clearly show an exhausted pup.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOhtqJbFJ6eGwg4SOh2zbCjxOMEDsY9M503bRO-FWebJ7A4S19dpGomPNMbfrG-G8dLOwkQ7c9XjBE3bHGL9SnWvo8kCyOE5aSWIGvym6OLusd6xgPpg3GY-xi2_G5bOkJpJi-IBynqN4/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixOhtqJbFJ6eGwg4SOh2zbCjxOMEDsY9M503bRO-FWebJ7A4S19dpGomPNMbfrG-G8dLOwkQ7c9XjBE3bHGL9SnWvo8kCyOE5aSWIGvym6OLusd6xgPpg3GY-xi2_G5bOkJpJi-IBynqN4/s320/IMG_1450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844599299401282" /></a><br /></div><div>The next two pics are candids and involve movement. The first one reminds me of wild animals crossing the Tundra. In fact, this is just Marion Dussault's yard. The tri bitch in the back is Ch. Winsor's Beton Double Down ROM (Belle) and she is the mother to half of these pups. She and another bitch had their babies within 24 hours of one another and Belle adopted them all, often taking over parenting duties for one and all, including nursing. Here she is taking the pups out for an afternoon walk. Note that although all the babies are the same age, some of the ears are up, and some are not, and this is very typical. The white baby in the center, with the colored ear toward the camera, is Violet (Belle's baby).</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_JARrsBAGvJBOu3afgu3iDmk0roSsQcrW7Af8AfzsbH27eKnK1sV0PYMC2LhKRgFScGomF1dN8uHpjsfKOwG0ofC2T0YC6ScNWCyyXg3sYFnEfS0cDzuTEok1a2cAAep6i8z-DTgdkeK/s1600-h/005_4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL_JARrsBAGvJBOu3afgu3iDmk0roSsQcrW7Af8AfzsbH27eKnK1sV0PYMC2LhKRgFScGomF1dN8uHpjsfKOwG0ofC2T0YC6ScNWCyyXg3sYFnEfS0cDzuTEok1a2cAAep6i8z-DTgdkeK/s320/005_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247844890515730898" /></a><br /></div><div>The next photo was taken by Freeman. I was standing outside the Westminster ring with Beckett (Ch. Winsor's Damned to Fame ROM) on the leash and tossed him a piece of bait to keep him interested. See the bait flying in the air coming in from the right? Freeman caught the photo during the second it was mid-air. I also love the American Staffordshire on the left, eyeing Beckett's bait. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiou1G1b2c6FnJFlJ6vD_zaZ8UOF9kD8hymd7yf9b-2yOeRM6o-sft8kQZUoOxxHJWi4HIXvUjZcEDDWjxdAxHp7sOXycVoRWuYi44O_4FkJe1zHRRpOelCo0tW8txqxBN6YB4CREdxxajG/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiou1G1b2c6FnJFlJ6vD_zaZ8UOF9kD8hymd7yf9b-2yOeRM6o-sft8kQZUoOxxHJWi4HIXvUjZcEDDWjxdAxHp7sOXycVoRWuYi44O_4FkJe1zHRRpOelCo0tW8txqxBN6YB4CREdxxajG/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845132174355314" /></a><br /></div><div>As you have probably figured out by now, it is not so easy to get a great side shot of a dog, which are the kind of shots typically needed for an ad or to best show off the dog as a whole. Below is a pic that was taken during a Devon/Montgomery weekend when Beckett was about 2 1/2 years old. I took the pic and asked Glenna Wright to set Beckett up for the shot. Of course Glenna could be cropped out of the photo and that is what I did for some formal ads, but I like being able to see how Glenna is getting Beckett to set up so nicely. She has him flat to the camera, which is showing off his fabulous profile and nice short back to best advantage. The collar is loose and the leash is nicely situated to the back side of his head. She is keeping her hand low, holding bait, so that he keeps his head low as well. And dare I say it...because I dont know whether this was deliberate or not...Beckett is heading into the sun, which is making his nice small eyes all the more extra squinty! Nice job Glenna:) Bet you didn't know there was That much going on in dog pictures, eh? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKASHIeZsmHh48fXf6m1ib9tAkg5KdPyj2fzqt9ABxqheVyIiiDRLAkUh9UUaAuMNPWUiwHWB-92SRVxJoaKRFhDxNEcbVaRaMogrhxy3YSvS5HPOemDhQpwTZ72VPByM5ZM9Llikkx__/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKASHIeZsmHh48fXf6m1ib9tAkg5KdPyj2fzqt9ABxqheVyIiiDRLAkUh9UUaAuMNPWUiwHWB-92SRVxJoaKRFhDxNEcbVaRaMogrhxy3YSvS5HPOemDhQpwTZ72VPByM5ZM9Llikkx__/s320/IMG_0420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845472962246786" /></a><br />And just to leave you with a ridiculously adorable photo, below is Violet as a baby showing that great stage, one ear up, one down, the pigment in the nose, still filling in and the paws still pink and tender and sweet. If this picture doesn't make you want to give her a raspberry on that tummy, then nothing will! This picture should also put to rest that age old question, "Do dogs smile?" I say Yes. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdOWQ1ykne99U3YHxdd3rVopZOPsl6RmQmDGIEd63cBHeDwJ1eAVyqGCyzGnjLx1pN_w_X9ro0a5kSj6HidWB0WhYRCcOajVEDZbFq_PdTVtzDhD3MY8GqS_EYjrH25CP2Dsdzj-uCRA0/s1600-h/IMG_2719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRdOWQ1ykne99U3YHxdd3rVopZOPsl6RmQmDGIEd63cBHeDwJ1eAVyqGCyzGnjLx1pN_w_X9ro0a5kSj6HidWB0WhYRCcOajVEDZbFq_PdTVtzDhD3MY8GqS_EYjrH25CP2Dsdzj-uCRA0/s320/IMG_2719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247845692467569218" /></a>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-31278519374188530582008-09-10T09:31:00.000-07:002008-09-10T10:18:57.122-07:00Ch. Rocky Top's Sundance Kid ROM aka RUFUS Makes HistoryOK so Rufus won Westminster in 2006, but I have to tell you, I still cry when I watch the video clips. That year was special to me for many reasons. I had been there in 2005 and the day of Terrier Group, when Rufus did not progress further, I just felt like next year was gonna be the year. I literally felt it. His mom and dad Barb and Tom Bishop worked very hard that year along with Rufus and they came into Westminster 2006 with momentum. Freeman and his bitch Hope (my son and dog) were headed to Westminster as well. This would be Freeman's first time showing at Westminster a mere month after he turned 16. They would be in the whites class, so they would not go head-to-head with Rufus. Terrier Group is always the first night of Westminster. During the day's breed classes, Rufus took breed, as expected, and Hope took breed in whites, as hoped! Freeman and Hope would be showing during the televised portion of the event that evening...to say adrenaline was running would be a Huge understatement...for me, that is. Freeman was cool as a cucumber. In fact, here he was taking a nap on one of the benches during the afternoon LOL. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigprteBg3xTggzt8637lDVGBbHk31fovqYrbubdXaYfZAOCdydgw0bJEMbnLPMwH9xFdf10h8hPOaLCn7KH4U1DyNImGpqawPsmOVG5Wnj-GgOlVUGAZZalW0tVosYmTMbegmN7IojnSI8/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigprteBg3xTggzt8637lDVGBbHk31fovqYrbubdXaYfZAOCdydgw0bJEMbnLPMwH9xFdf10h8hPOaLCn7KH4U1DyNImGpqawPsmOVG5Wnj-GgOlVUGAZZalW0tVosYmTMbegmN7IojnSI8/s320/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244433240862160578" /></a><br /><div>That evening I played kennel bitch for Freeman and was in charge of grooming Hope backstage. Freeman was Ready. We were in the area where all the terriers assemble. On TV it is the place where they all emerge from to enter the ring. Linda Lethin had her mini and she was giving Freeman all kinds of encouraging words, having been there several times before. </div><div><br /></div><div>Up in the stands, my dad, Freeman's dad and girlfriend, my partner David and a slew of best friends were assembled in a group of about a dozen, ready to yell and scream. We apologized ahead of time to the people sitting in front of us because we Knew we were gonna make noise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Group was thrilling and Freeman was as calm, as always. This is a shot taken during Group. I love this pic for so many reasons. They are so in-sync. He is far enough away from Hope to allow her to shine on her own, yet close enough to provide control and guidance. The lead is loose, but not so loose that he cannot offer corrections. His body language is relaxed. The lead is very neatly tucked up into his hand, providing no distractions from his girl.</div><div><br /></div><div>They were in the ring with all of these professional handlers, and here is this kid, with his first show dog, and he brought her all the way to the floor of Madison Square Garden. Yes, I am very proud.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qx2NJuYuKg8ElZxlJbnaVqIousQJzDos9l605NK54FdXf7DmmaQ0JTSVEFNYpw-LJUP7c3XSjYuaKGT9ArS-q1_R67VcCT6sip76ax4NJyvhTXDQNrPu0kD0mC00iNDyy-0neDrURUKl/s1600-h/RKG_3322+wbt.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qx2NJuYuKg8ElZxlJbnaVqIousQJzDos9l605NK54FdXf7DmmaQ0JTSVEFNYpw-LJUP7c3XSjYuaKGT9ArS-q1_R67VcCT6sip76ax4NJyvhTXDQNrPu0kD0mC00iNDyy-0neDrURUKl/s320/RKG_3322+wbt.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244435630345891074" /></a><br /></div><div>Here is another pic that someone sent me. At first I thought, why did they send me this pic? And then I noticed that the dog is watching Freeman and Hope during Group as they were examined by the judge!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBK4vyLJoO3k34AMZGrWiVNhjIcw09LcK0R_Dq08aTJU3F_SNFvqoNaiSUkx225Z_QMhMnDvIZWuwUDVlb7aLgTsa0NNQO8sGDNiSNVcvhz5foPVBji-J7v0pfxQX946hwtGY3gSwHOvsf/s1600-h/westimnster.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBK4vyLJoO3k34AMZGrWiVNhjIcw09LcK0R_Dq08aTJU3F_SNFvqoNaiSUkx225Z_QMhMnDvIZWuwUDVlb7aLgTsa0NNQO8sGDNiSNVcvhz5foPVBji-J7v0pfxQX946hwtGY3gSwHOvsf/s320/westimnster.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244436287679188322" /></a></div><div>Now, while all of this personal history was going on, some Serious Westminster and Bull Terrier history was unfolding. Rufus won the Terrier Group. Freeman and Hope were done and there was the option of driving home but there was No Way we were not going to stay for Best In Show the following night...again, I know you don't have to believe me, but I felt it in my bones. Rufus was going to win and I wanted to be there.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the following night a bunch of us assembled in the stands again, waiting to yell and scream for our Bull Terrier Ambassador. When the BIS judge asked for the colored bull terrier we went Wild and raced as fast as we could to the floor. Now, there were BT folks here and there within Madison Square Garden and we all rushed down at the same time. I don't know what we were thinking because of course when we got to the edge of the floor, there were security men holding us back. I ended up next to Heidi Clayton, who has a Rufus daughter, and we hugged each other in our excitement and were determined to get onto the floor with Rufus and Barb and Tom. We both had tear stained cheeks of joy! It never occurred to any of us that we Shouldn't be there LOL. Security felt differently and just when we thought all was for naught Tom walked over to the guard and said "These are my friends. Let them through" and that was that! Following are some pics my partner David and I snapped while in the center of the hubbub. Rufus was a star and this was his shining moment and I will never forget that I was there and got to experience this part of history - the first colored Bull Terrier to win Westminster. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some pics of Rufus, his handler Kathy Kirk and his mom and dad, Barb and Tom.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZNnmZtM4vqeNEWoKAmBy9zWhvFjTiiE8ZWjrVeVpkF4D1E4LRZN2wBr0gYZvrHmeHK0cKsji55g4WbsfRFKq-7ciKQkKr2nHISqvyQSv3waVhkIvNwEXP4ps3gBYG92lydff5U_360Jb/s1600-h/IMG_2821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZNnmZtM4vqeNEWoKAmBy9zWhvFjTiiE8ZWjrVeVpkF4D1E4LRZN2wBr0gYZvrHmeHK0cKsji55g4WbsfRFKq-7ciKQkKr2nHISqvyQSv3waVhkIvNwEXP4ps3gBYG92lydff5U_360Jb/s320/IMG_2821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244438821380031138" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZC0TnrHpHQ96Sc0PHyx2Bf1zO76-xjo-S1u-zbI80VIKQrTSZjprTR2XaamBfNUW1HftPrIKxXbOJ8SETcM2gbi9S85N-93CWOX48xVHx9_FzD1f81rv4GTbiPxSN83H1f6_Uuj0g7S-/s1600-h/IMG_2823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZC0TnrHpHQ96Sc0PHyx2Bf1zO76-xjo-S1u-zbI80VIKQrTSZjprTR2XaamBfNUW1HftPrIKxXbOJ8SETcM2gbi9S85N-93CWOX48xVHx9_FzD1f81rv4GTbiPxSN83H1f6_Uuj0g7S-/s320/IMG_2823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244440280027243778" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqBfEcm7L2-OhAHeO2K0hXbdSI6EKSs4RcyVPY2N9k8HeTyBtGzCPGepAJG7od_SjR5I81EtlTtHTVqs6MIC6XGwxjY4HoB-glyQD91NIM3OnEQyyXPgKB_avCgHuzpETnBgR_-C_bye6/s1600-h/IMG_2827.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNqBfEcm7L2-OhAHeO2K0hXbdSI6EKSs4RcyVPY2N9k8HeTyBtGzCPGepAJG7od_SjR5I81EtlTtHTVqs6MIC6XGwxjY4HoB-glyQD91NIM3OnEQyyXPgKB_avCgHuzpETnBgR_-C_bye6/s320/IMG_2827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244439606017566034" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7aUOEp7wJyBcHbjkqNmhlze4P8bZYmZ0ddFP7ATP_Qw84JyHQNVQXN-6nw0n3DMii5Boe5uPckKWZjMfAu4mi8CsPFoYPody15nTcaNOpAabJsk-MDt4mKjiRpYTcWBhGvXDIJPuqC6Q/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs7aUOEp7wJyBcHbjkqNmhlze4P8bZYmZ0ddFP7ATP_Qw84JyHQNVQXN-6nw0n3DMii5Boe5uPckKWZjMfAu4mi8CsPFoYPody15nTcaNOpAabJsk-MDt4mKjiRpYTcWBhGvXDIJPuqC6Q/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244439288623586002" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTTZMROXpDutqc30x8Ai7OP1UAOdz5C-TGE4tfgtJ6kHatbflAZ2lFqDUc899-Zr1GIef8tmMrmM9B5fDiGGxB5i7_jwQg0sOXd6PCxs408GrACDF8pPZdWBzfoHeurvUf38Odk-aD7Uf/s1600-h/IMG_2835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTTZMROXpDutqc30x8Ai7OP1UAOdz5C-TGE4tfgtJ6kHatbflAZ2lFqDUc899-Zr1GIef8tmMrmM9B5fDiGGxB5i7_jwQg0sOXd6PCxs408GrACDF8pPZdWBzfoHeurvUf38Odk-aD7Uf/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244440661927724434" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKoeEfZWMTMxq-qrCWciy8FIfKPAzEe-51vyctYdYnTUVcisYm1fFPrWVU825tW_LjtuY2LhSA0toT3vpQ7tgJVF0lAEyg2vtp9KFToET45TQfESZis1OOwMESnY-6nVfGHXj16aht9PM/s1600-h/IMG_2839.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKoeEfZWMTMxq-qrCWciy8FIfKPAzEe-51vyctYdYnTUVcisYm1fFPrWVU825tW_LjtuY2LhSA0toT3vpQ7tgJVF0lAEyg2vtp9KFToET45TQfESZis1OOwMESnY-6nVfGHXj16aht9PM/s320/IMG_2839.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244441077107740018" /></a><br /></div><div>You can check out Rufus' kennel page at <a href="http://www.bullfulbullterriers.com/">www.bullfulbullterriers.com</a> for more great pics of the man himself, his home-mates and babies. <br /></div><div><br /></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-58801471664020836522008-09-07T16:09:00.000-07:002008-09-07T16:38:29.834-07:00Check out the New On-Line Magazine EBullterriers.com<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sjfdHpUddb5EqQwGyUSuDazUeasY7j9VVm6ZCSmaAOp-iU29_argAXv_4LrcF5bYLAC7o0BssJIoxwgTR356cjRc25EZWmaas-h5X8vmr7F0Zt8kGzg8UfFDMtikaCf1pKcvjipfqxsy/s1600-h/FergieDSC_7768.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sjfdHpUddb5EqQwGyUSuDazUeasY7j9VVm6ZCSmaAOp-iU29_argAXv_4LrcF5bYLAC7o0BssJIoxwgTR356cjRc25EZWmaas-h5X8vmr7F0Zt8kGzg8UfFDMtikaCf1pKcvjipfqxsy/s320/FergieDSC_7768.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243423038578551586" /></a><br />See the URL link down in the right column or go to www.ebullterriers.com to see the premier issue of this fabulous new bull terrier ezine. Brought to us by none other than June Krukenkamp of TNG Bull Terriers and Dalmations. June is the award-winning Fergie's momma. When I was first on the BT show scene, the hot little red and white Fergie was at her peak and I was awestruck by her showmanship. Not all BTs are natural show-girls, but Fergie turned it on in the ring! This new magazine is jam packed with kennel ads featuring stunning pictures and also has informative educational content, so check it out soon. The pic above is none other than Fergie herself, Ch. Buoy's TNT at TNG. Check out Page 4 of the ezine to see my ad for Ch. Winsor's Hot Mocha Java ROM.<div><br /></div><div>June, Good Luck with the Magazine!</div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6029635629897047145.post-69880521392252158782008-09-07T14:41:00.000-07:002008-09-07T15:16:28.861-07:00Where it All Started.....for Me, Anyway<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6ZXfMJjtyVhzBxT7UWLaOoLXp50NCBQUhVkAaTs_VxJhyphenhyphenNwu9-qSBOb4NkAGlrwW628nd-0Ac-Z7OG0kTqm_Mg2SL5r0F1dpmf7N2TwtDPkgC49H8nCSwG2GCrARRP4_WCD0YNGNrHVv/s1600-h/dede:lily%231028.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6ZXfMJjtyVhzBxT7UWLaOoLXp50NCBQUhVkAaTs_VxJhyphenhyphenNwu9-qSBOb4NkAGlrwW628nd-0Ac-Z7OG0kTqm_Mg2SL5r0F1dpmf7N2TwtDPkgC49H8nCSwG2GCrARRP4_WCD0YNGNrHVv/s320/dede:lily%231028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406716318253746" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPZASt_PvZpDfnLQ6vzuXdSST9YjQZ6_IvWaRZiJzr3IzyLgR0_4jVpdsV_NZMI0u9LSxqF5VwR98ABzN_4erb4SFjvU_3n-BKHIMZ7fS0KqemytZNHZGC6uFAgdP6Ph-jNpT_Jdq2133/s1600-h/dede:lily%232029.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrPZASt_PvZpDfnLQ6vzuXdSST9YjQZ6_IvWaRZiJzr3IzyLgR0_4jVpdsV_NZMI0u9LSxqF5VwR98ABzN_4erb4SFjvU_3n-BKHIMZ7fS0KqemytZNHZGC6uFAgdP6Ph-jNpT_Jdq2133/s320/dede:lily%232029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406727362583602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCjWJi-Srv8QrZ2rCSI-C7VIC1qGkLzvJfI-PLdbZlCl-WGv4OkiT6AQowLbRqNgjYiI9bVtrHKMTzG0bXqPyBpK4n1q0snKKBtB81fbsyff3fCwInBuz3hP2oLk0LN7VIQGP0DcU3leu/s1600-h/dede:lily%233027.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCjWJi-Srv8QrZ2rCSI-C7VIC1qGkLzvJfI-PLdbZlCl-WGv4OkiT6AQowLbRqNgjYiI9bVtrHKMTzG0bXqPyBpK4n1q0snKKBtB81fbsyff3fCwInBuz3hP2oLk0LN7VIQGP0DcU3leu/s320/dede:lily%233027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406732900353874" /></a><br />My father, Moses Acosta, saw Willy, George Patton's bull terrier during the war. It was love at first sight for him. Fast forward to 1970 and my father arranged to purchase his first BT from Michael Sottile of Alaric Kennels in Somerville NJ. He found Alaric through Eva Weatherill, whom he had visited in England. He had hoped to obtain a puppy from her, but once she found out that he was from the states, she suggested he follow up with Alaric Kennels, which happened to be close to our Manhattan home. Soon enough, Alaric's Loverly Lily, a small-ish terrier style smut fawn and white came into our lives. We drove over to NJ in a friend's old VW van to pick up the new baby. For my mother and me, these were the first bull terriers we had ever seen in the flesh. My dad had sent us to see the move Patton, so our only reference was the screen version of Willy, who was portrayed as a bit of a wuss. Patton's widow, by the way, was not happy about the portrayal as she knew it was not accurate. Anyway, while my mom and dad were inside brokering the deal, someone, I dont remember who, took me out to the kennels. I was handed a bowl of food and they suggested I go into the kennel-run with Lily's father, Alaric's Frandas Brandy Snap, a 70 pound red and white stud. He had a full-size tire swing for a toy....or so my Mom remembered; I dont remember that part. She does because she said her heart fluttered to think that I was in there with this big, strange dog! Well, he couldn't have been sweeter and so my relationship with bull terriers was born. We gathered up Lily and drove back to the city.<div><br /></div><div>It was school night and we got home late and my dad suggested he go out to get Chinese take-out while my Mom and I brought Lily upstairs to the apartment to get settled. My dad exited the apartment and strolled a mere 30 feet to the corner, where, low and behold, a man was waiting for the light and holding a bull terrier on a leash! This was more than fortuitous - and odd - because literally up to this moment, we hadn't seen any bull terriers in the neighborhood. My dad, who had wanted a bull terrier since 1947, was terribly excited and went up to this stranger:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Excuse me sir, I just got a bull terrier! My first bull terrier," my dad said. "Just now! We just brought her home!"</div><div><br /></div><div>The guy eyed him up and down as my father babbled a bit more, gaining momentum with his excitement.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sir, did you just say you got a bull terrier?" asked the man</div><div><br /></div><div>"Yes, yes that's what I'm telling you. Just now, we brought her upstairs for the first time," exclaimed my father.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Sir, you are In Trouble! This little trouble-maker just ate my couch!"</div><div><br /></div><div>And with that, a Legacy was born. Lily was my first, but far from my last, and I hope to never be without a BT in my life again.</div><div><br /></div><div>These pictures are of me with Lily about 7 months later at a match in LI put on by the Knickerbocker Bull Terrier Club. If Anyone knows any of the other folks in the pictures, I would love to know! We are pretty sure it was May 1971. Lily won her class. Of course she was the only one in her class, but that didn't matter. I studied and read-up - remember this was the days before the internet, so it was pretty enterprising for a 9 year old - and I told them what kind of show-leash I needed. I practiced with her every day for quite a while leading up to the match. I remember when the judge wanted her to stand still, so that he could look at her bite and body, she jumped up and kissed him. I didn't even know these pictures existed until just this year. My daughter, rummaging around my dad's apartment, found them and gave them to me. I cherish them and the years I spent with this very special dog. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Dede Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17149987547685379386noreply@blogger.com1