Lots Of Thanks

I am happy to report Boji had a safe trip to Iowa, care of Karen. (South Street Dalmatians) She is staying a few days with Ronna, (Whirlwind Dalmatians) and then on to her new home in Nebraska. These jet-setter girls have the world by the tail. (So to speak)

Now might be a good time to thank some of the people who have helped me with this, my first litter. This is not in any particular order so here we go. Bonnie Rose. Always supportive with information on previous Boji litters, what she has done in the past, what to expect, and some kind words for me yesterday when I dropped Boji off. It helped, and continues to help. I was a wreck. Rick Miller; BAER testing, with perfect results! Mike Ritchie and Becky Loader; Support and just being GREAT friends. Give Abbey a hug for me. We are going after the last major once the dust settles down here. Colleen Christianson and Sandra Kopet; The obedience “Wing” of the club. Maybe you gals can assist me in a performance title? Karen Moore; Boji delivery and care. I had no worries you would get her there safely. Ronna Hill; MOST important. Finding a great, not good, home for Boji. Something I agonized over, and imagine, will, for quite some time. Cheryl Bryant; Your good nature and emails the first few weeks of the litter, I always looked forward to them. The ability to make someone at ease is a gift. I just scare the hell out of people. Cathy Vesley; Always the voice of reason to me. Sandy Slattum; I think I have an idea what a good shoulder is! Your job however, is just beginning. Helping me put the polish on my first homebred dog. And last but not least, Samantha Strand; your ability to pick up soiled paper, and actually ENJOY it, is an inspiration to breeders everywhere. Sue, Jess, Dawn, and Queela; you deserve more than a few sentences of my lame writing.

The pups seem to be doing ok without Boji around. I wonder if they mistake the resident dogs for her. If they think Gomez, our Mini-Wire is their mother; we are going to have to check their vision, never mind the hearing.

Feeding time is evolving, as the pups are getting larger. We now split them up four and four. They are getting too large for one saucer bowl, and if someone gets elbowed out, it’s tough for them to get back in. We know its time to eat however by the whining and cage rattling. It’s like dinner time at the local lock up. All they need are a few coffee cups to rake across the cages. (The warden here is a bit of a soft touch however)

And before I forget, thanks to everyone who has been reading this blog. It’s my first attempt at writing anything, other than my name on a moving violation. I will admit to one thing however. I write this in Microsoft Word for one reason. Spell check. If there WAS one thing I enjoyed about school, other than chasing girls around it was reading. A bookish nerd. That’s almost as attractive as a thirty five year old living with his parents. (Another thing I managed to accomplish) Perhaps I SHOULD have gone into insurance,,,,,,,

C YA