Yule tide is a traditional time for forgiveness, wipeing clean old hurts and pains, a renewal time, if you will. It’s not strange that it comes at year’s end. It is intended to give people the opportunity to wrap up all sorrow and anger into one package. A gift to one’s self! Seal it and then throw it upon the yule log fire and let it’s flames remove all and enter the new year fresh and clean.
God Bless
Kevin, Baby, Geo & Sable
This morning I woke up in the middle of hunters chasing deer, rabbit and pheasant. I literally thought a dozen old pickup trucks were lined up around me backfiring! When I realized it was a bunch of crazy men running around shooting at everything that was moving, I quickly looked to see where Baby, Geo & Momma were.
Once I realized I never let them out earlier, I was relieved. Walking from the trailer to the guest house I began focusing and seeing about 8 guys stomping through the thicket, brush and treelines. I grabbed something necessary and threw on a bright red shirt. Walking out to them, I realized how easily an english mastiff could be mistaken for a wild animal. So I put a leash on Sable and brought her out with me.
She does not like hunters… well at least this bunch!
After a few pleasant words they realized they had no business being here so they left peaceably. Sable then retrieved the treats for the herd.
All the time I have been here “Kid” a 7 year old quarterhorse never warmed up to me, until this morning. As we were walking back to the house he made his way across a pasture from the opposite side of the ranch and came to the gate closest to me and Sable. I walked up to him and he put his head down so I petted him and we found some good common ground.
Sable of course was jealous, but that’s to be expected.
Hoping your day and your mastiffs are something to write about and be full of JOY!
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When a kennel operator dies, they generally leave by will or estate the kennel to family. In so doing the family traditions and learned lessons over generations of breeding have a great chance of success and continuance.
When there is no one in the family, it generally dies with the breeder. In small cases, some kennels change hands by other means. In these rare cases the new operators should reveal the terms of the transfer and publicly share the programs continuance, goals and prospects, to insure the health and well being of the breed into the future.
My paternal grand father died when I was too young to take over his breeding line. He also would not sell the kennel to just anyone. Who is to say, which is the better way to leave a life’s love and work?
In any event, the puppy purchaser needs to be very very careful these days, when selecting their mastiff puppy. Those of us who search out breeding stock know the risks of adopting a puppy on the “cute” factor alone.
A mastiff, is not just a dog. It is a member of your household and an investment in the joy and loyalty it will bring you and your family.
Kevin Brown
компютри втора употребаCurious Georgeanne followed up placing at Bucs & Trenton in both sweeps and class 9 months - 12, by taking same class three days and Reserve Winners Bitch two of those days.
I am very proud of my “Geo”.
In other household news: Baby Independence has turned a year old on May 14, 2008. She is enjoying her self as a beach bum for the summer of ‘08.
Momma Independence, also know as Sable is guarding us all from evil and invasion very dilegently.
All is well at Guardians By The Sea.
KBEl juego de Poker Caribeno se relaciona mas con el juego del Blackjack que se ofrece en cada de los casino en linea que al poker.
Hello - I am gonna be 6 months on Wednesday, November 14. This makes me old enough to be in a AKC dog show, yippie!
My dad entered me and on Thursday in Philadelphia, Pa. I make my first round around the circle. I have to stand nice, and let some stranger touch me. That’s ok, cause my daddy will be there and Jacko, Baxter’s brother, and lots of other doggies.
My daddy say’s I am gonna win, so I am gonna try my best to do it for him. I get a ribbon if I win. I like to chew up ribbons. Daddy say’s no chewing on the ribbons, I say woof woof. Georgeanne has to stay home that day, cause she is only 5 months. I like having her with me, cause she is my “bud” now!
Well that’s all for now cause there is a pork neck bone with lots of meat on it with my name on it.
Woof
Yesterday, we went to the farm.
I like the farm. I met Baxter on the farm. Momma Margaret treats me so nice, like I am special. She keeps telling daddy she gonna help finish me. What does that mean?
I thought daddy was mad at me, becasue he kept looking at the other puppies. There were too many of them to play with. I think I counted eight of them. Then I met a lot of mommy & daddy doggies too.
It was a fun day, but when we went home, one of the puppies was in the car with us.
She pooped and pee’d - what nerve, I never pooped and pee’d in daddy’s car. I didn’t like it. Daddy says I will sit up front when the puppy is with us.
She makes a lot of growling noises. Doesn’t she realize I am bigger?
It looks like she is staying with us.
She better not poop and pee everywhere?
Baby
Georgeanne is adjusting nicely with us after just one week. She seems smaller than Baby, however she is broader and heavier in bone mass. Baby is Apricot, Georgeanne is Fawn. They were both born on a Monday exactly four weeks apart.
To look at them both you would think there was more time between their respective birth dates. Baby’s home demeanor has improved dramatically and Georgeanne right now is the wild card!
In many respects I am reminded of my Mr. Mom days as my oldest human daughters had similar character traits. So similar, yet so different. I am enjoying this experience every day.
Today we head back out to the farm. I am hoping Georgeanne has developed a little more control and can make the trip without leaving me much to clean up when we get there.
The Poppa
We went to the farm today. I had lots of fun. I was so excited and tired at the end of the day. I wanted to sleep on the drive home, but I couldn’t. We brought home one of the farm puppies. She smells funny.
I moon was nice too.
Yawn…
On September 14, 2007 I turned 4 months old. My Daddy is very good to me, and has taught me how to sit, give my paw, stay (for a little while) walk on my leash, and most important obey (hehe) - I also lay down when he tells me too, but I need him to work on that command a little. He uses down for so many things.
When I am on his bed. His lap, his clothes, the door and other stuff. But when he stands in front of me with a treat I am pretty sure he wants me to flop on the floor. I am trying to tell him to say “flop”,, he doesn’t listen to me very well.
He took me to this neat place on my birthday. There were other animals there. I met a guy with a beard, he likes animals. He and daddy took me into a nice room, where they put me on this silver table that went up in the air. It was fun. Daddy was nervous, but I was okay. I got two shots, and he took some blood. He didn’t hurt me. He also said some nice things to Daddy about me. He poked me a little. I didn’t mind it tickled.
Daddy kept saying “good girl” - I guess I am a girl, cause my name is Baby. So when he says good baby and good girl he is looking at me. He likes to look at me. I like it too. I didn’t get any treats at the place we visited, but I got something else for my collar.
I keep trying to eat it, but it’s not a treat. It jingles like Daddy’s keys. That night I got a special new treat, smoked ham hock. Yummie…
I was 52 pounds on my birthday. I was 28 pounds my last day in Kansas, that was August 5, 2007. I am growing.
Well, I got a lot of dreaming to do, and learning so I will check back with you all on my 5 month birthday.
Oh, Daddy is thinking of getting me a brother. I don’t know what that is.
Woof
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