I made a promise to follow this litter better than the last - and since my lovely Shelby-Lou is Momma extraordinaire and I'm actually getting a little sleep this time around (sorry, Boleyn, that wasn't intended as a jab) ;)... I might actually be able to follow through.
So this is Shelby's last litter. I'm a little sad over it, as much for her as for me, as she adores being a mum and I love her pups almost as much as I love having her here with me. Shelby is a co-own and is regularily spoiled rotten at her second home. They are a great family (Tina and I go way back) and I couldn't ask better for any dog. Shelby fits in there like peas and carrots and, to be frank, if it wasn't such a great placement I'd never have parted with her.
Shelby lived here with me for quite a while before being placed and she's just my kind of girl. The kind that's sweet as the day is long but will tell our Doberman to go where the sun don't shine if he so much as hints that he's bigger than her. And both are quite content with the realization that she is without a doubt the bigger dog. :)She gets along quite happily with anyone, anytime and speaks her mindjust the right amount for my taste. More loving than headstrong; but headstrong is like salt - can't do without just the right amount.
I like a girl with hutsba - but who knows that I'm in charge here, without doubt (-unless my husband is reading this in which case, she knows it's you, dear). ;) I love her mischievious side that compells her to steal all the toys in the house and hide them in her bed, and charge the dobie once per day with a big grin while he pretends she's scared him away... usually just before they both fall asleep snuggling. The point being: she's unique, just like every frenchie I've known, and I love her to bits for all her lovely quirks.
This litter by Viking is one of my most exciting. It's very rare to see reds as bright as Shelby, and certainly nearly impossible to find them as strikingly bright as Shasta, her mom (incidentally both are Driscol Blue Gene's dogs, who is also a Sheila - yes it is confusing when we chat :), and aho makes some of the most amazing reds I've ever seen!), so with Viking's red jumping through his blue I knew It was going to be an awesome pairing. I am not at all disappointed. 4 pups were born via c-section in the wee hours of the morning on Monday September 26th (incidently her schedule c-section was for first thing in the morning):S. Her surgery went well and true to form she woke up and was breastfeeding less than 10 minutes earlier. She has to be my only girl who in the stuper of waking up from surgery perks up to pups' cries and manages to communicate that she wants them with her immediately. She then flatly refuses to leave them for 24 hrs. Even I was not that hard-core. So day one with Shelby includes me picking Shelby up and carrying her outside to pee and then standing her in front of the ice water and broth bowls respectively that have been sitting beside her untouched for the last four hours since I repeated the cycle. One thing is certain: Shelby will be back to visit other's litters. I really feel that with her it's like retiring a herding dog from the field.... take it away completely and they'll never be the same dog. Working Border Collies need cows, Shelby-Lou needs puppies. I will make sure she has them, though, unfortuately, they won't be hers.
The other toughie on this litter is that they are some of her best yet... or from what I can tell at 4 days old. lol. She's really a perfect match for Viking - mr. macho muscle. These little pups are very short bodied. I'm very tough on evaluating my breeding dogs. I find faults. No dog is perfect, as close as they may come. In my mind Shelby's is that she's just a little bit long bodied. Viking is nice and short, and thankfully so are the pups!
They are also 'Shasta red' so far. I say, "so far" as all pups change colour bit by bit as they age, but I personally think the reds do especially. From what I can tell, though, three of the four are 'Shasta' red brindle. Basically it's the brindle we see now and again with the bright red striping, but reversed. I can't tell you how much I love that colour. Each to their own, I know, but that's got to be one of the most striking colours in the frenchie world to me: reverse red brindle. Yum. So what I'm saying is that I'm in heaven.... 'cause that fourth pup is coloured just like Momma. As much as I adore that reverse red brindle, I have to say that I would have been very disappointed to not get a little Shelby out of the deal. Even if he is a boy. :)
True to form, of course, is the min-viking of the litter: Cruiser. Those who follow AMIaBULL know that from his start last year Viking made sure to include a mini-me in just about every litter he's sired. We joke that it's because he's such an amazing dog that (and that he's told so often!) that he feels he needs to carry it forward. And I'm thankful every time. I spent 3.5 years hunting for a dog like Viking, searching pedigrees and bloodlines, looking at parents for conformation and coat colour and pattern combinations... and he fits every single tiny expectation. He's just darn near perfect. I wanted to be sure without a doubt that if I was going Blue I was going to blow the 'they aren't healthy' and 'they don't fit conformation' myths out of the water. Let me be clear. I'm not political and do not care one whip about the controversy over blue in the ring.... or rather not in the ring (and why). All I know is that I've adored the colour in every animal and breed I've ever seen and was so taken with frenchies that the combination seemed... well... downright perfect. I will not show my blue dog that could kick butt in the ring if I painted him black with stripes. But my uber healthy, totally handsome, one in a million (health, temperment and conformational, *though not by colour*)dog has and will continue to sire dogs that will. Final words right there on the subject.
The point is I wanted perfect and I darn near got it - thanks to Agnes at Bastille Ore (and, yes, that is a shout out!) and the breeders before her in the pedigree tree.
Long and the short (and apparently the long again as I see the above) :), is that I'm absolutely head over heels in love with these pups...again...and I'm enjoying every minute of it shared with Momma Shelby.
I'll close by adding a photo of Driscol's Shasta - to put those who've never seen it out of the misery of curiousity. :)
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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Photo Op Bust
SO there I was this morning, camera and flash charged, backdrop hung, puppies pristine... and .... crud. Yep you heard me: crud. I think I got 3 good photos out of the lot. There's just no accounting for puppies and there moods. Now don't get me wrong - I have some experience with the preparation of this type of thing. Feed puppies, warm puppies, tidy and rub before looking for action (I WAS trying to get some pics of their new found legs and walking about)...yeah, not gonna work. Everyone wanted to go away from the camera, hide their face in the comfy blanket, our just plain get the heck out. Sooooo... I snuggled instead. The great news with my pups is that I spend so much time with them they think of me as another mom. They spend a good deal of time as a group on top of me, in my lap, wherever they can fit, really.
So, as all good breeders do when thy hit challenges, I rolled with it. I must have gotten some of the best dang pics I've taken of this litter just by letting them snuggle in my lap instead of the fantastic set I'd created. So what if the backdrop is my ugly green velour track pants, my unpedicured feet and my comfy sweater that I wouldn't be caught dead in public wearing... Guaranteed none of you will notice anything but cute cute puppies. :)
So, as all good breeders do when thy hit challenges, I rolled with it. I must have gotten some of the best dang pics I've taken of this litter just by letting them snuggle in my lap instead of the fantastic set I'd created. So what if the backdrop is my ugly green velour track pants, my unpedicured feet and my comfy sweater that I wouldn't be caught dead in public wearing... Guaranteed none of you will notice anything but cute cute puppies. :)
Never enough time to catch up - We'll just start from here!: Boleyn x Viking 3 weeks old
So here I am 3 weeks into puppies and I had promised myself I would blog the whole thing this time.... oops. :)
I've tried a couple of times to go back and describe this litter (Boleyn x Viking) from the start and it's just too much for my little sleep deprived brain to handle.... so I will skip ahead and start from now hoping you will all forgive that somehow I got to 3 week old pups instantaniously. ;)
These 3 pups are big, healthy and beautiful. Some of the best I've produced, I think. They are just at the point where they start to do more than eat sleep and void - and eyes have been open for a few days.
Yesterday was the first day that one of the pups tried to play (while tottering) with his mom. Mulberry, of course, who seems to be the first of everything in this litter except out of the the womb (Lychee was already raring to go in the birth canal when Jim (my Surgeon) went in to get them. It was (as expected) completely adorable and I fell in love with puppies all over again. Boleyn, who we've dubbed as a 'teenage mom' - even though she's 2 years old and very much old enough to be bred - was not quite sure what the heck he was doing, or what to do with him.... kinda her standard with the pups, really. lol
Boleyn is one of the sweetest dogs you'll ever meet. She loves everyone immediately and throws her young hearted lust for life into everything she does. She'll land on your lap faster than sitting for you if you have a cookie; that type. I love her to bits. When she started cleaning Shelby and the kids as soon as the pups took I thought for sure we had another Naveed on our hands - a true Maman that would steal everyone elses pups and pretend they were also her's... from her first litter forward. Not so much with Boleyn. She came home from the c-section and was more than a little wary of the little gerbil squeaky things I seems to want her to like. I was anxious as she initially seemed to think they were squeaky toys... nonetheless we do everything puppy together and she is never without me in the company of puppies. I need all the years at the end of my life I can get. I don't plan to lose any more to worry; I've seen what rejecting moms can do. I kept expecting the 'mom' to kick in.... not so much really. This was different, though, than the Dam who just doesn't enjoy being a mother - Boleyn LOVES her puppies, she's just unsure what to do with them. She refuses to clean them... and gives me the, "you expect me to WHAT?!" look every time I hint at what needs to be done!! You get the picture; this one is very much OUR litter - we are both the Mom (hence the teenage mom crack earlier). The pups adore her and climb all over her, and though she doesn't seem to know why, Boleyn seems to enjoy it.
I'm very excited for the next week; the time when puppies start to interact and play. Though early stages of motherhood seem to elude Boleyn playtime is her specialty... If I were a betting woman I would put good money down on this Momma really enjoying the next few weeks.
I've tried a couple of times to go back and describe this litter (Boleyn x Viking) from the start and it's just too much for my little sleep deprived brain to handle.... so I will skip ahead and start from now hoping you will all forgive that somehow I got to 3 week old pups instantaniously. ;)
These 3 pups are big, healthy and beautiful. Some of the best I've produced, I think. They are just at the point where they start to do more than eat sleep and void - and eyes have been open for a few days.
Yesterday was the first day that one of the pups tried to play (while tottering) with his mom. Mulberry, of course, who seems to be the first of everything in this litter except out of the the womb (Lychee was already raring to go in the birth canal when Jim (my Surgeon) went in to get them. It was (as expected) completely adorable and I fell in love with puppies all over again. Boleyn, who we've dubbed as a 'teenage mom' - even though she's 2 years old and very much old enough to be bred - was not quite sure what the heck he was doing, or what to do with him.... kinda her standard with the pups, really. lol
Boleyn is one of the sweetest dogs you'll ever meet. She loves everyone immediately and throws her young hearted lust for life into everything she does. She'll land on your lap faster than sitting for you if you have a cookie; that type. I love her to bits. When she started cleaning Shelby and the kids as soon as the pups took I thought for sure we had another Naveed on our hands - a true Maman that would steal everyone elses pups and pretend they were also her's... from her first litter forward. Not so much with Boleyn. She came home from the c-section and was more than a little wary of the little gerbil squeaky things I seems to want her to like. I was anxious as she initially seemed to think they were squeaky toys... nonetheless we do everything puppy together and she is never without me in the company of puppies. I need all the years at the end of my life I can get. I don't plan to lose any more to worry; I've seen what rejecting moms can do. I kept expecting the 'mom' to kick in.... not so much really. This was different, though, than the Dam who just doesn't enjoy being a mother - Boleyn LOVES her puppies, she's just unsure what to do with them. She refuses to clean them... and gives me the, "you expect me to WHAT?!" look every time I hint at what needs to be done!! You get the picture; this one is very much OUR litter - we are both the Mom (hence the teenage mom crack earlier). The pups adore her and climb all over her, and though she doesn't seem to know why, Boleyn seems to enjoy it.
I'm very excited for the next week; the time when puppies start to interact and play. Though early stages of motherhood seem to elude Boleyn playtime is her specialty... If I were a betting woman I would put good money down on this Momma really enjoying the next few weeks.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
CKC Rare French Bulldogs - using AMIaBULL incorrectly as a testimonial in their website
It has come to or attention that CKC Rare Frenchies (aka Juggernaut Reg'd French Bulldogs, aka Hennessey's Rare French Bulldogs, aka CKC rare Color Frenchies)is using a statement on their website intimating that AMIaBULL endorses their kennel. Despite written request for it to be removed the postings remain. Please note that AMIaBULL is in no way affiliated with any other kennel and does not recommend, refer, or guarantee the legitmacy of any breeder or dogs other than the ones AMIaBULL themselves produce.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Boleyn's call of the wild
My beautiful blue girl has gone into heat! Viking will be a happy honeymooner next week, and a litter of all Blue babies will be the August sensation here at AMIaBULL!!
I'm so excited I could squeek!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tarvaris x Supreme: Let the Games Begin!!
For those of you who know me personally, you know how crazy I am about my dogs and my breeding program here at AMIaBULL. For those that don't - you're about to find out.
Tarvaris and Supreme have been a match since I first set eyes on 'Super'. She's very cobby - the most of all my girls, and her ticking (yes I know not everyone loves it...) makes me warm and fuzzy remembering the dreams of yesteryear when I had such high hopes for my dear Frodo (of the same colouration) who turned out to be sterile. :'(
Not only is she beautiful, but the little lady has pizzazz. You frenchie breeders out ther know exactly what I'm talking about; every so often there's a pup that just has that special way about them that compels everyone to just stop and stare. Not just dog people or the people at the park, but everyone. From the cars driving by to people working in their yards, children, adults and dogs alike will turn heads as if someone called their name and then follow with their eyes. That's Supreme; It's also Tarvaris. Tarv switched homes and came to me already proven, with some separation issues and hating a crate, but a little macho man that steals your heart the second you lay eyes on him. He will literally make most gasp. So much manliness strapped in that little 20lb muscle man body. I have yet to meet another creature with that much charisma. So the match was perfect in my mind, and I could hardly wait a second more!
Tarvaris lives in a co-home in Keswick, where his attachment and high need for ego stroking is given everything it needs and more. He's the only one of my Co-owns that I truly feel has bonded with me every bit as much as his other 'mom'. He's so funny to watch - he runs to me and waves one paw in the air with excitement every time he sees me again. He does exactly the same thing to Tamara when I drop him back at home. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but always super happy as it seems he's on vacation no matter which home he's in. Trust me, his good looks and personality make up for not being Einstein. I should have named him Moto Moto.
The trip to get Tarv this time was jam packed with switching vehicles (to a smaller car for the long trip; more economical and easier on the environment than pumping my truck's $80 of gas out the exhaust)and puking children (yes BOTH of my kids vomited along the way! My son, the eldest, got out of the car at Tamara's and threw up all over my shoes and her front walk. Kudos to Tamara, an RN, who simply responded,"Poor guy, need anything?... I'll get the hose". My Daughter lost her lunch in the stop and go traffic on the way home. All over the car seat. Need I say more?). Tarvaris, on the other hand, slept at my feet for the duration blocking the AC just enough that I'm pretty sure his swimmers were chilled for the week's coming events while the rest of us dripped sweat. That's my Macho Man alright.
Supreme joined us the next day, dropped off by her amazing co-owns with a care package better than most kids get when going away to school! She's loved dearly by us both and it always warms my heart to see how cherished my dogs are at their homes away from home. Supreme is one that was very hard to see go to a co-own; My Husband loved her the moment he set eyes on her, and she's very very sweet - but the dogs that stay at 'Base Camp' (my term for my home) have to have a very special personality to deal with the comings and goings here. It is very rare to find a Frenchie that is a little aloof and loves everyone rather than a particular person; Who can roll with, "Sorry, honey, mommy has to go do puppies...again." and still flourish. Supreme came to me as a teenager - learning my routine here is for a girl raised to love it from puppyhood. My rule of thumb: Can they give her a better home than I can provide? - And that's no easy request; my dogs are family and treated better than some humans... so when the answer is 'yes', it's selfish for me not to place them. Very hard to do, but best for the dog.
So I started the AI [artificial insemination] over the weekend (much to Tarv's chagrin he is too short for Supreme) and was thankfully reminded that I much prefer it to natural breedings where my bruising, scratches and general painful frustration are put out of mind as soon as it's done (our household motto "What happens in the breeding room stays in the breeding room).;) Now the real patience has to kick in. I'm planning to keep a show girl from this pair and I'm anxious to see if it will come this first litter from them. I will know, I'm sure, when one of the pups just has this Je ne Sais Quoi that makes everyone stop, turn and gasp at her beauty when they see her. :)
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yet another rant by Sheila Saar @ AMIaBULL
Tarvaris and Supreme have been a match since I first set eyes on 'Super'. She's very cobby - the most of all my girls, and her ticking (yes I know not everyone loves it...) makes me warm and fuzzy remembering the dreams of yesteryear when I had such high hopes for my dear Frodo (of the same colouration) who turned out to be sterile. :'(
Not only is she beautiful, but the little lady has pizzazz. You frenchie breeders out ther know exactly what I'm talking about; every so often there's a pup that just has that special way about them that compels everyone to just stop and stare. Not just dog people or the people at the park, but everyone. From the cars driving by to people working in their yards, children, adults and dogs alike will turn heads as if someone called their name and then follow with their eyes. That's Supreme; It's also Tarvaris. Tarv switched homes and came to me already proven, with some separation issues and hating a crate, but a little macho man that steals your heart the second you lay eyes on him. He will literally make most gasp. So much manliness strapped in that little 20lb muscle man body. I have yet to meet another creature with that much charisma. So the match was perfect in my mind, and I could hardly wait a second more!
Tarvaris lives in a co-home in Keswick, where his attachment and high need for ego stroking is given everything it needs and more. He's the only one of my Co-owns that I truly feel has bonded with me every bit as much as his other 'mom'. He's so funny to watch - he runs to me and waves one paw in the air with excitement every time he sees me again. He does exactly the same thing to Tamara when I drop him back at home. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but always super happy as it seems he's on vacation no matter which home he's in. Trust me, his good looks and personality make up for not being Einstein. I should have named him Moto Moto.
The trip to get Tarv this time was jam packed with switching vehicles (to a smaller car for the long trip; more economical and easier on the environment than pumping my truck's $80 of gas out the exhaust)and puking children (yes BOTH of my kids vomited along the way! My son, the eldest, got out of the car at Tamara's and threw up all over my shoes and her front walk. Kudos to Tamara, an RN, who simply responded,"Poor guy, need anything?... I'll get the hose". My Daughter lost her lunch in the stop and go traffic on the way home. All over the car seat. Need I say more?). Tarvaris, on the other hand, slept at my feet for the duration blocking the AC just enough that I'm pretty sure his swimmers were chilled for the week's coming events while the rest of us dripped sweat. That's my Macho Man alright.
Supreme joined us the next day, dropped off by her amazing co-owns with a care package better than most kids get when going away to school! She's loved dearly by us both and it always warms my heart to see how cherished my dogs are at their homes away from home. Supreme is one that was very hard to see go to a co-own; My Husband loved her the moment he set eyes on her, and she's very very sweet - but the dogs that stay at 'Base Camp' (my term for my home) have to have a very special personality to deal with the comings and goings here. It is very rare to find a Frenchie that is a little aloof and loves everyone rather than a particular person; Who can roll with, "Sorry, honey, mommy has to go do puppies...again." and still flourish. Supreme came to me as a teenager - learning my routine here is for a girl raised to love it from puppyhood. My rule of thumb: Can they give her a better home than I can provide? - And that's no easy request; my dogs are family and treated better than some humans... so when the answer is 'yes', it's selfish for me not to place them. Very hard to do, but best for the dog.
So I started the AI [artificial insemination] over the weekend (much to Tarv's chagrin he is too short for Supreme) and was thankfully reminded that I much prefer it to natural breedings where my bruising, scratches and general painful frustration are put out of mind as soon as it's done (our household motto "What happens in the breeding room stays in the breeding room).;) Now the real patience has to kick in. I'm planning to keep a show girl from this pair and I'm anxious to see if it will come this first litter from them. I will know, I'm sure, when one of the pups just has this Je ne Sais Quoi that makes everyone stop, turn and gasp at her beauty when they see her. :)
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yet another rant by Sheila Saar @ AMIaBULL
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