Alors, voilà. L’exception qui fait la règle..un message en français! Vous êtes nombreux à me contacter de France et d’ailleurs pour avoir des infos sur une éventuelle portée de chiots. N’étant pas éleveuse professionnelle, je mets mon accent sur mes chiens et la lignée que j’ai construite..du Vieux Barbet qui n’est pas à l’origine du Caniche, mais un Griffon, =cousin du Boulet, disparu aujourd’hui. Le Vieux Barbet en prend la voie. Etant donnée que ma lignée de 8 chiens et 5 générations est sous mon toit et non dispersés à droite et à gauche, je me concentre sur leur bien être et surtout celui des anciens..qui sont prioritaires dans mes objectifs. Ce sont mes chiens et mes amis..ils forment une famille.
Ce n’est pas une mince affaire, mais mes chiens ne sont pas des objets de reproduction. La pyramide dont ils font partie est celle de l’age et de la sélection à 5 générations. Je ne vends pas au tout venant, mais à ceux qui ont envie d’un chiot d’une race en voie de disparition et qui est “rare”, mais pas le rare du Barbet Moderne..type caniche et n’écoutez pas le chant des sirènes de marchands qui vont vous dire le contraire, et que ce sont tous les même chiens. C’est FAUX. Je travaille sur ma lignée depuis 2004 et je sais de quoi je parle..
The Barbet club of sorts (et al) no longer exists (finally) and the Barbet has recently become an orphan breed. Mismanagement of the breed, breeding to breed, lack of any kind of knowledge about its true history which is not about “the ancestor of the Poodle” nor is it about Napoleon’s mascot. A year ago, the whole thing exploded in their faces and the result is there, with a picture at the top of the page of the one who thought greatness was an quality/fication of one’s highness and disdain and moquery of others…never mind the falsified fatherhood declarations at ye ol’ scc. So, she was caught red-handed in her lies.
Now the club is dead. Long live the new club with probably another lot of ignoramuses in what the Barbet is, looking for fame and a type of fortune, again.
The SCC deals with people and not dogs ( contrary to what we would think) and they will only work with people who get along with eachother, so the Barbet is out as long as people don’t get along with each other. This has gone on for now 35 years and doesn’t seem it will end soon. I was happy to not have to contribute to this farce after 2012 when I was escorted to the door, and liberated.
In passing, 2 of my dogs, the Griffon types ( Vieux Barbet) are represented on that page next to the Poodle types (Barbet Moderne, invented by Jean Claude Hermans). Fanny Forigoler ( haha) de la serve de la chapelle d’Alexandre and Tchin Tchin de la perte aux Loups ( Thelma la douce), mom to my GuyGuy>> Booly Wooly de la serve de la chapelle d’Alexandre..father of Fanny.
A bit of “current” history for you.
Coccolina will be 14 in December. She is happy, go lucky, a real trooper who still jumps on the bed to sleep or get cuddles. She is very much aware of what is going on around her. She is more careful and sleeps a bit more than before. She is reaching a ripe old age. She does not take any kind of medication, except glucosamin for her joints, along with GuyGuy. I try to keep her interested and active.
GuyGuy, is now 12.5 after being extremely ill for a year, is ok. He is very very demanding and wants to have as much attention as possible and I am happy to give it to him and more. He has always been such a charmer, my dear GuyGuy. He has me wrapped around his little finger. He takes milk thistle and asparagus. He demands to be active!
Of the other 6, Compay is over 11, but happy to watch what is going on and go with the flow. Of the other 5 who all have their personality..I have to make sure they are not shorted in any way possible and they get the attention they deserve.
That is only fair to all of them. That having been said, at this point it is not even imaginable to have a litter of pups, even if I’d love to…a question of priorities!
I am sure you understand what comes first..
He was not enjoying life with Irish terriers so after seeing him, I alerted my Barbet soul mate who flew to Paris to pick him up and take him back to Finland to make sure he served the old breed of the Barbet. From Finland he went to Canada..Europe was dangerous for his survival, because the rumours that are spread by the swiss club are deadlier than any kind of illness..The survival of a breed does not mean making money off of it, but making sure true representatives continue the legacy, despite the lies some have spread and continue to, merrily: living space for a master Poodle race..Happy trails, Ursus..