Thursday, April 16, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Izzy was born January 16, 2009. Her dam earned her SchH3 title before she turned 2 years of age. Her sire is a Walworth County patrol/narcotics detection dog named Argos. My very first dutch shepherd, the dog who caused me to love this breed, was also sired by the same officer's patrol dog! Whether you call it fate or kismet or just plain luck, but many years later I again have a female dutch shepherd with the same history.
Izzy's breeder is my god-daughter's step father, and when I stopped to pick up Eeva on Friday I saw the puppies in an exercise pen. To this point, I had not been interested in getting one of the puppies. In fact, it breaks all the rules that I suggest for buyers; neither parent has had hip Xrays submitted for evaluation and there is no registration. After the fact, the breeder is putting together the history so that the litter can be registered but they are not yet registered. I had avoided even handling the puppies for the most part when I had seen them when they were younger, not encouraging any behavior that would endear them to me. So, there I was on Friday, standing next to the pen and noticing that one of the females seemed like a little firecracker. There were ten pups in the litter and only two females. The anecdotal evidence is that the puppies "take from" what surrounds them, so if there is one or two females surrounded in the womb by males, they absorb testosterone and this would be the litter to select a female from if you wanted a strong one. Which I do.
Still not ready to dive off the deep end, I asked Chris to bring her to schutzhund training on Sunday. Later, when I called home to advise my husband I was bringing home another dog I had to admit I had loaded up a puppy crate, so clearly there was more premeditation that I will admit to. I played with her during training and observed that she was oblivious to the gunfire and the other dogs, whips cracking and commotion, and was happy to chase and kill her toy, with a hearty head shake. This is not to say that she wasn't aware of those things; she was. She just was not frightened by them or concerned. She trotted around carrying a toy in her mouth, that little whip of a tail going the whole time. And all I could see was my old Sofie.
She had thrown up twice on the way home, but since then I have been careful not to travel with her on a full stomach and we have not had any problems.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Jinx has never been on a treadmill before, so this was a new experience. What else is there to do but begin walking? If you stop, you float backwards and then have to catch up! She worked for six minutes, had a brief rest, and worked another six minutes. It was apparent that this will really assist in strenghthening her leg and in getting her to move it forward and strike the ground properly. She was extending it nicely in her push through the water but about one in six times, would knuckle. I will use that frequency to measure our progress.
We have appointments scheduled twice a week for the next two weeks, and will reevaluate at that time. I whisper once again in Jinx's ear that I feel the muscles rippling under her skin already! She offers a paw and a smile.
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