Category Archives: Huxley

Infrequent Updates

  By C-Myste | March 3, 2013 - 10:43 am | , , , , ,
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Sometimes life (AKA work) intervenes.  And sometimes there is news that is sad to report, as in the last post: Losses and Memories.   To which we add the February losses, both born in 1999.   Run free, C-Myste Oscar Braveheart age 13 1/2.   You are greatly missed.

And CH C-Myste There and Back Again (Bilbo) who had just celebrated his 14th birthday and now lives on in generation after generation.

In both of the recent passings, the question of “when is it time?” arose.   I sent the following links to NY Times articles to Oscar’s “mom” Justine.   I thought it would be beneficial to post them here for anyone who might also be facing the decision and so that I can find them again when I need them.

Deciding when a pet has suffered enough

Weighing the end of life

 

So as not to be too depressing: we still get happy updates as well.

As I write this, Bilbo has more great-great grandchildren being born to Garrett Ramsey’s Ava.

Here is Wally (grandson of the original) at six months, wishing a happy half-birthday to his brothers and sisters:

 

Anita recently sent a couple of videos of Huxley daughter Audie, who is learning to stand up for herself against those boys!   I have uploaded them on my blogroll page.

 

At Garrett’s House

  By C-Myste | August 12, 2012 - 2:08 pm | , , ,
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Green.   I remember green [sob].

But it’s only a couple of months until our rainy season should start again.

Grandma Alice poses with her naughty granddaughters Ballantyne and Bolin.

We tried many times to get decent shots of Huxley with his daughter Ava.

In most of them, Ava looks rather annoyed.

 ”I really, really don’t want to do this.”

“Sigh.  Humans.”

The family ears.

This one’s pretty good.  They really are amazingly alike.

Margot = giant hairy lap puppy.  ”Let me out, I wanna play too!”

Kady at the Picnic

  By C-Myste | August 5, 2012 - 6:09 pm | , ,
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For those of you who may have doubted that one or two of my dogs could be good when surrounded by 120 or so other corgis . . .

I have photograhpic evidence.

Apparently non-corgis aren’t so threatening when they’re not Black!

It was hot.  The humans needed to keep the water bowls full.

Kady and Dora with some of their tailless cousins.

A quiet moment close to the Food.

And here is Huxley with his BFF Radar.   Huxley sings “walks like a woman but talks like a man.”

Captain and Lizzie

  By C-Myste | July 4, 2012 - 3:56 pm | , ,
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While we were on vacation, we stopped by Colorado Springs (before the fire!) and dog-napped Lizzie.   Also known as CH Snowrose Poetic Charm, Lizzie is the dam of four champions sired by Pilot.

 Lizzie is such a good girl; she has fit right into the pack. It took her little time to learn to use the ramp in the RV to the upper bunk, the dog door at home, and how delicious chicken is. She obliged us by coming right into heat upon her arrival in Oregon.

Last week we borrowed Captain (GCH C-Myste Baledwr Whomping Willow) with the goal of creating a sex-resort for dogs. Shown above with his little (half) sister Dora, Captain is enjoying his vacation.

Uh, Captain? Wrong end, son.  Don’t take notes, Kady.

Keep your fingers crossed for beautiful blue merle and black pups in early September.  They will be genetically clear for fluff, pink, and degenerative myelopathy.

Meanwhile, Huxley has been visiting Trenton, Denise, and his cousin Malibu in Vallejo.

They went for a walk at the Vallejo/Mare Island Waterfront.

But most of the pictures we have received have shown Huxley doing what he does best.

Not that things are so different around here . . .

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

  By C-Myste | April 22, 2012 - 3:58 pm | , , , ,
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The humans did yard work this bright earth-day morning. The dogs, on the other hand, were their usual lazy selves.

 Huxley kisses the baby.

Remind me why we don’t allow brindle merles to be shown. Kady’s points, her face and her legs, are brindle merle. To me it is the prettiest of colors.

There’s been lots of talk on FB lately about flashy dogs and big dogs and “pinks”.

Flashy dog, plain dog, a matter of personal taste. Couldn’t ginger merles be the same?

New Beginnings

  By C-Myste | March 4, 2012 - 6:42 pm | , , , , , , ,
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Just when you think you have rocks in your head for taking on yet another puppy . . . a sunny day comes.

 Dora adores Huxley and follows him around, to his annoyance. She looks at him and thinks “big, black = mom!” And then realizes “Oops, no milk.”

Cuteness in a green beautiful princess crown.

Learning to be a dog, she takes her cues from the adults. Or in the case of Kady, from the teenager

Smaller than the flower pots.

Family rassle.  No dogs were injured during this photo-shoot.

Alice makes sure that Kady doesn’t play too rough.

So, you may notice that one dog-person is missing from the pictures. Last weekend Molly went to try out living with Vicki Bockes, who has lost not only Dancer to DM but now both of her old Pems Quest and Cochise. As much as I love Molly to pieces and miss stroking her soft warm fur in my lap at night, Vicki needs her even more. If for any reason it doesn’t work out, Molly will be back. Meantime she is learning to be an only dog and taking Vicki for nice quick walks when they are staying at the condo in Portland.

I spent a few sorry days desperately missing my turd-colored chocolatey goodness princess. Especially midweek when the days looked like this:

But spring is coming, and with it new life.