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..
With hindsight…I am not 100% sure, I would go through all this again…
Maybe I should have have a gazillion litters with the 2 same dogs and not ever have any objectives, but to make money.
Maybe I should have lied on the pedigrees, put as much money in the bank, bought clothes to seduce judges at shows and not done DNA or nothing..
Maybe I should have been as nasty as some of the people I have had to deal with over the years?
Maybe, even I should have said they were the ancestors of the Poodle ( which I was led to believe) and they were pure bred years ago..nah..
Problem is, I am too honest and my dogs are too nice for me to lower myself to that level of pettiness and nastiness which seems to be done alot in dog breeding and with incompetent breeders. I am at the point just happy I can reap what I sowed with my dogs. It is probably better that way and just enjoy their old age in a healthy state. They have been and are just so great. Shows ta go ya.
Coccolina had a schwanome on her foot which needed to be removed..All is well, she is very good about it! Stitches will be out..