A little port in a storm

I started school again this week, meaning that my life suddenly and forcibly moved outside our safe tiny house. It’s always a wrenching event, though I know it’s good for me. In the winter I spend days on end nestled in the big chair with the kids, kissing foreheads absently, looking up research on some detail of silver chemistry or elbow dysplasia or a good recipe for stew while they lean against me and draw or tell stories. It’s a sweet, slow time that draws me in until I am convinced the worst thing that could ever happen is to put on shoes and go to town.

But put on shoes I did, and headed to advanced darkroom photography, where Biff promises to pummel me with new knowledge all semester and force a good portfolio out of me by March. We’ll see – for tonight at least I am under a soft cotton quilt that is ragged from being chewed on by generations of puppies, curled back up in the chair, listening to my babies sleep.

Five things you think know about breeding (but you’re wrong)

1) Linebreeding is better than outcrossing.

I’m sorry, but that is the biggest piece of total crap on earth and if I could change ONE thing about dog breeding that would be it.

This is population ecology 101: A diverse population is healthier (and this means REALLY healthier, not whether your meerkat passed his hip tests) than an inbred one. You know what one of the very first and most important things scientists do when they’re trying to determine whether a population is going to become extinct? They look at inbreeding. If you have two otherwise identical populations – same numbers, same food source, same conditions and natural disasters, if the diverse population would be extinct after ten years, the inbred population will be dead after seven.

Linebreeding reduces genetic diversity. That’s why breeders like it. You get more consistent results when you linebreed. However, you are hamstringing the ability of your population to thrive over time. You’ll do great in the show ring during your lifetime, which is why linebreeding has been so lauded. But it’s making the typical mistake humans make, which is forgetting that anybody exists before or beyond them.

Think about it – if all but two of your dogs had been wiped out by a fire ten years ago, would you just breed the two of them and the daughters back to their father and now, ten years later, say you’re OK? Of course not. Now think, if you could somehow live for three hundred years, which means the period from WWII from now would be just a small part of your breeding effort, would you still be linbreeding the populations that came out of the 40s with seven or eight individuals?

But that’s what we do, and that’s what is said to be the “best” breeding. Make no mistake. It is the BEST breeding only for producing show winners during your lifetime. If that’s what you care about, if that’s what your legacy is, then go on doing it. Otherwise, forget what somebody told you the best breeding was and breed for the longevity and survival of your entire population. That means sound to sound, then preferring outcrosses, then preferring very loose breedings, then preferring tight breedings, and avoiding inbreeding unless there is absolutely no other choice.

2) If you health-test, you’re producing healthier dogs.

If you health-test, you’re looking at a certain aspect of your dogs. LOOKING at a CERTAIN aspect of YOUR dog. You are not changing anything. You have not yet improved anything. You may, in fact, go on to torpedo the longevity of over a thousand dogs throughout your lifetime; I have no idea and neither do you, and that’s the truth.

A health test is a data point. Hundreds and hundreds of health tests over ten or twenty years are just data points. They have nothing to do with you. Where you come into it is if you can understand those data points and use those data points to make decisions that change things.

I’ve seen hundreds, if not thousands, of breeders health-test their dogs. I know of probably ten thousand more. I’ve seen a bare handful who have genuinely made a positive difference in the health of their breed. The majority of them are not known for “health testing.” I know a slightly bigger handful who are famous for producing or buying a dog who radically injured the overall health and longevity of a breed or variety. In that bigger handful all of them “health tested.”

a) Understand the data points.

b) Use the data points to draw conclusions that are supported by evidence.

c) Make decisions that are based on that solid evidence to turn things in the right direction.

If you are not absolutely solid on all three steps, you are not making any good changes except by bare accident. You’re just flailing. And if you’re going to flail, it might be a good idea to not base your decisions on those factors. Base the decisions on data you CAN see, CAN understand, and that DO have a basis in solid evidence. Unsurprisingly, that’s pretty much the way all good breeders have been breeding since the beginning of time, and why so many do so much good completely without the existence of x-rays and DNA tests… and why you can do so much wrong when you forget what you’re looking at in real life and decide to breed based on those things.

3) Lots of show homes mean you’ve succeeded.

Lots of show homes means you convinced lots of people that you had show puppies. The word “convinced” should not be taken lightly. Sometimes it was your effort, sometimes their effort, sometimes their mentors’ effort. Sometimes it was the pedigree, your reputation, your lack therof, sometimes the dog or the bitch. Sometimes it was based on solid evidence; often it was not. Sometimes it was based on nothing more than the fact that you’re convinced that show homes are better and so you held on to a ton of puppies until you found people who were willing to tell you they would show the dogs.

There’s nothing wrong with lots of show homes. But there’s nothing particularly right either. It’s an adjective, not a medal.

4) Dogs who can’t make it in show homes are usually great performance prospects.

You have to be harder on performance prospects than show prospects. Show dogs, while beng shown, live a pretty soft life. If they get somewhat injured you’re likely to not even know it. Performance dogs, on the other hand, are athletes. Poor biomechanics leads to lifelong pain and compounded injuries.

I very much prefer the idea of separating puppies into performance and pet prospects, THEN subdividing into show picks. If it’s a show+pet (which certainly does happen), be honest about it. If it’s performance-minus-show, celebrate.

5) Breeding for the “pet market” is wrong.

Breeding for the “pet market” is the only market that matters. Every single one of us SHOULD be a pet owner 99% of the time and a show owner 1%, and every single one of us, even if we don’t act like pet owners, relies on a pet market. They’re where we put our failures, which end up presented to the world in a much, much more effective way than our successes.

If you realize that, if you really internalize the fact that we’re putting our rejects out there, effectively on TV, while our successes may be seen by a few of our friends but usually by nobody in the “real world,” you realize that there is no more important group of people than our pet buyers.

Pet buyers are also the ones who keep us sane and humble. They don’t care if you’ve finally succeeded in getting an entire litter of round feet. They will NEVER know, their entire lives, what round feet are. They care if the dog lives a happy normal life in the suburbs. They also, regardless of what you may think, very rarely care about health testing and they don’t know a lot about longevity. The meteoric rise of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and the enduring appeal of anything involving a Golden Retriever is incredible evidence of that. Those are not dogs who are going to live a particularly long life and they’re not dogs who are going to have no issues diagnosed by vets. They are dogs who are delightful and easy to live with and who adore their owners and everyone else. If you are selling pet puppies, THAT is where you will be seen to succeed or fail by 99.9% of all humans.

It places a huge burden on us to educate owners when we have a breed who has a hard time doing those things and should not be penalized for not being able to do them. But even with education we rely on a steady supply of NON-breeding, NON-experienced homes so our breeds can survive. The overwhelming majority of all the dogs you ever produce will be in those homes. Forgetting that and thinking your responsibility is to your show-breeding peers is to your great detriment.

When you breed, you must breed first for your breed AS A WHOLE. Then for yourself, with your conscience and your good mind, your understanding of evidence and solid decisions. Then for your pet buyers, knowing that you have responsibility to support them forever. Then for your peers – because at three in the morning, your peers are the only ones NOT in your bed, on your phone, or as a still small voice in your heart.

Our first bred champion

If you haven’t yet heard the screaming coming from the East Coast, here’s the news:

Magnum, Clue’s son from her first litter, finished recently with four majors, the last a 5-point and a BOB over a ton of specials. His first day out as a move-up special (what you call it when you arrive early to the show and tell the show secretary that the dog needs to be in Best of Breed as a champion rather than competing from the classes) he took another BOB and got a major toward his Grand Championship.

Dawn asked me why I hadn’t bragged earlier, and the honest answer is that I feel like it wasn’t “my” win. I’ve never liked it when breeders act like the success of the dogs they produced is about some kind of super smartness or remote-control effort on their end (or, worse, some kind of inevitability of success thanks to how fantastic the stud dog or bitch is). I am thrilled that I put the dogs together, and I pushed the socialization really hard, but since eight weeks he’s been Dawn’s dog and everything she’s done with him has been 100% her success. He responds to her in an amazing way and he’d do anything for her in the ring. I am nothing but a chubby lady somewhere in the background cheering.  Just, um, cheering extra loud this time :).

Congrats from the whole family to Dawn and her Smoking Gun!

 

First snow outtakes (because I am a bad, bad mother)

Sweetie, your hair is in your face. Just shake it back.

If you fling your head back, that’ll do it.

OK, almost!

Yep, got it.

Oh, it’s all in your face again. Can you just…?

A little more.

OK, that’s perfect! I’m done.

Wait, why are you mad at me?

The blanket is there for a reason – I can run back into the house and hide before she can get it off and catch up to me.

And many happy returns of the day!

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Two years ago they were Agatha, Emme, Trudy, Harper, Daphne, Dashiell, Poe, Kipling, and Ellery, and they had just been born. We tucked them in to a box beside the stove and spent all night staring at them in wonder.

Now they are show dogs, farm dogs, world travelers, beloved pets–and still pretty dang wonderful. Happy birthday Agatha, Emma, Juno, Harper, Daphne, Magnum, Hunter, Kipling, and Buzzy! We love you all.

The first snow

We’re going to ignore the fact that we had that freak snow and ice storm in October that knocked out power for days and forced me to let my dogs poop next to my file cabinet, and call this the first snow of winter.

We’re big fans of snow here, as long as it behaves well – doesn’t get so deep that Doug comes in moaning about aneurisms and hernias, and makes the trees look pretty.

It also gives us a chance to measure how long Honour’s hair has gotten this year. That’s after I cut six inches off last week, by the way.

But most of all, it gives me the chance to watch Godric’s ears blow in the cold wind.

Once dusk fell, we got out the Insanely Cheap Ikea Tea Lights (R) and made up for all the snow we haven’t had for the last three months.

Good night, everybody – hope you had just as nice a day as we did.

Samantha

Sammy has now been with us long enough that I would not want to imagine life without her. She came as Sambuca and is now Sam, Samantha, SAMUEL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?, Sammy, and Blackie the Ottoman-Shaped Dog.

In all the time she’s been here, I have never once seen her lie down on the floor. She’ll hop lightly up onto a bed, and then curl up around your knee for just long enough to fool you into dozing. Then into your dreams will come an odd groaning snarfle and the overwhelming smell of corn chips as she shoves you over on your pillow and smashes her body around your head. If you dare to move, a paw will press itself against your eye and she’ll start licking your forehead until you submit and lie back down again; then she’ll snurfmoan at you approvingly and close her eyes. Pretty soon her head will fall back and an awful whistling snore will make its way around her lips, interrupted only by bouts of sneezing when it’s so loud that she wakes herself up.

The fact that we fight over who gets to sleep with Sammy should tell you exactly how much we love her. Because wow.

In other news, one of our roosters appears to be playing for the other team. He is a lovely Easter Egger boy who was actually a gift to us, and after seeing how well he did out in the mixed group, where Big Bottom the Jersey Giant rooster reigns supreme, and remarking at how how polite and kind he was, we decided to give him his own group of hens. So Molly and Polly, our black Ameraucanas, joined him in wedded bliss. Unfortunately, that bliss consists of him sitting on their sectional and giving them fashion advice and telling them to look at their choices. Molly and Polly are laying like gangbusters and not a single egg is fertile. And I keep catching him staring longingly at Big Bottom…

January thaw

On a freakishly warm Sunday we sat in a field.

And jumped in a field.

And played in a field

And danced in a field.

And then I blogged about it and it was good.

I know I’ve been gone for so long a time it made me cry. Because of the fact that we need to love and respect everyone involved in our car accident, both directly and indirectly, we are choosing to not talk about specifics. And since specifics have completely dominated the last month, no blogging.

I know how much you all love us and are concerned about us and especially Zuzu. I tightly squeeze all of you in my heart.

Papers, papers, papers

After one of the most snag-riddled and ridiculously complicated registration processes EVER, the Juno puppies’ papers are here and I have been PROMISED that Clue’s are on their way. This has been like operating under a mysterious computer curse, seriously – everything was totally fine and filled out normally and actually very simple, but AKC found every possible reason not to just process the dang things. When I’d call them they’d say “Oh, yes, I do see that that’s fine. All right, I’ll get those going for you,” and then three days later I’d get a letter saying “We’re sorry, your registration could not be processed because you have too many owners on the dam,” and then I’d call them again and they’d say “Oh, yes, I do see that you have a lease on that bitch. All right, I’ll get that going for you,” and then three days later…

Anyway, the six Juno babies’ registration applications are in my hot little hands, Sarah came up and signed them, and I have a stack of envelopes waiting for addresses. So those of you who have one of the Fairies will get your papers (hopefully) the beginning of next week. If you don’t receive them by next Friday please let me know.

The Clue babies’ papers will still need Sarah’s signature once they get here, but we get together every few weeks so the delay shouldn’t be too bad.

I am not filling out the name fields because I have given you permission to abbreviate our kennel names, so I didn’t want to fill in “Blacksheep Wolfwood” when you had in mind contracting it to Blkshp Wlfwd or similar in order to get your puppy’s name in the proper number of letters. Please do not forget the kennel names when you fill them out! We all understand that it happens, but I always have to smile when I see in a list of litter registrations the lofty siblings Ch. Kennelname Terribly Handsome and Ch. Kennelname Wonderfully Fabulous and Ch. Kennelname Pretty Lovely Lady and their brother, George Pees on Trees.  George is probably the most loved pet in all the land, but he’d be even better with the kennel name he deserves.

Thank you for your patience as we wrestled with AKC’s ancient computers about this, and have a very happy December Solstice-adjacent celebration of your choice.