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Dogs


8th August, 2019

If you are reading this as a dog lover you will understand every word I write about those most wonderful of natures gifts - dogs.

But if you have not yet experienced life with a dog, or feel that dogs are over rated by fawning owners bewitched by what you may see as a messy, noisy, bothersome creatures, bringing only havoc and mayhem to what is otherwise a perfectly ordered life; then dear reader, I sincerely pray for you rapid conversion, because you are missing out on what may well be life's greatest pleasure - being loved by a dog!

Cody - a dog of a lifetime


After losing our dog Cody recently I realised (yet again) just what an integral part of our lives our dogs can be.

They come into our lives with boundless energy as puppies, and over time wriggle their way into every nook and cranny of our existence. Then suddenly one day they leave us and we realise yet again the power of dogs to bring depth, joy and added meaning to our lives.

This page is not a sad lament at the loss of the dogs that have graced my life on the farm, but a tribute to the the spirit of friendship, the fun, the laughter, and at times the insanity, dogs both past and present have given me, and that have been my honour to know.

"Dogs are everything humans strive to be"

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Please feel free to share your precious doggy moments in the comments section below.

My Dogs - the early years

My first memory of a dog in my life was my mum's dog Tootie. She was by the time I came along a bit of a grumpy old girl, a mixed breed of unknown origin, black with a liberal sprinkling of  white hairs in her coat and on her muzzle.

I recall she used to growl at me from her bed, but I was never frightened of her and it was a sad day when she ran, half blind and deaf under the wheels of our car as we returned home and passed away.

A few years went by until a Corgi named Goldie entered my life, I was supposed to get a Collie from Mr Graham, a farmer who lived nearby but for some reason she was sent away for health problems. But Mr Graham happened to have a litter of Cardigan Corgi puppies (the long tailed ones) so I was able to choose a pup from among them. I have fond memories of watching what seemed like dozens of puppies in a pen all vying for my attention. Pat me! No, choose me!, they seemed to be saying with their happy wriggling little bodies and bright eyes as they surged to the front of the pen to greet me.

But there in the middle of the group was one, not quiet, but not as frantic as some of the others, she stood out to me so I chose her as my first ever 'belong to me' dog. She was an outside dog as my parents were not big on dogs in the house, she slept in the garage at night and spent her days in our back yard, playing with me and my sister after school and on weekends. She tolerated our doggy dress ups and mock up zoo under the BBQ where she sat patiently behind some old wire we used as a cage front. She lived from memory a reasonable life, but in the end had a spinal injury common to long backed dogs like Corgis and lost the use of her back legs and bladder control so had to be put down. I remember saying goodbye to her as she sat in the back of the car ready for dad to take her to the vet one last time. As an adult I realise now how hard must have been for my dad, being brave for me but doing the hard task for a dog he had done most of the looking after.

Unusually my second dog was also a Corgi! A school friend had a litter of pups from her female Corgi and I was allowed to have one - this pup was named Winki, in the typical fashion of children naming things as they are - because she looked like she was winking at me. Winki like Goldie had much the same life but eventually was deaf and blind in old age and she to went on that trip to the vet, and dad dutifully buried her in the back yard along with Tootie, Goldie and numerous other small pet birds that had come and gone.

The first dogs on the farm

Tasha

My first real choice of a dog was after I was married. Peter and I chose a Keeshond pup from a breeder who lived locally and her name was Tasha. She was a very smart dog, although Spitz breeds can be stubborn, she did really well at obedience training and started us on our journey of always obedience training our dogs, some to advanced level, others intermediate, but always to a level where they were a pleasure to be with, and since they all lived inside this was even more important when the Keeshonds went from 1, to 2, then 3!

We became involved with showing the Keeshonds and decided to have a litter from Tasha. The first litter however was a sad event with only 2 pups out of 10 surviving fading puppy syndrome. The pups just stop thriving and the vets had no cure at the time. The 2nd litter went well with 8 pups all thriving and we kept a few for a while to see if they made show grade, but in the end they were all rehomed.

We did adopt an older female Keeshond called Murphy, she was just a pet and a funny dog who never learnt to bark to attract attention until 10 years old! Last Keeshond to call ours was Jack, he came from a breeder as a pup and had one show win, but in the end became just our pet as they all did and we we were happy that they all came with us from suburbia to the farm where they lived out their days in comfort enjoying the rural lifestyle. 

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