Caught a lovely batch of photos today of the Poundlane pack on guard, as they watched the neighbours dogs in the field below us.
Blottie nears seven weeks pregnant and looks very full of pups, and if you lie upsides her now, gently placing your hand on her stomach near the neck of her uterus, and wait patiently. You can feel a gentle flutter, at first you think it's wishful thinking, but then you feel it again, and then you know it's one of her pups.
We just had an impromptu visit from Fletcher and his family. They happened to be in the area for the weekend, and contacted me yesterday, asking if it would be okay to pop in to see us. Great to see one of Blottie's litter of ten pups all grown up. He is certainly a very handsome boy and a credit to his family. We even managed to get a photo of Fletcher with his Dad, Ernest.
Just realised this evening, that if Blottie gave birth on the 4th March, as predicted if she went the same time has she did from her first mating, as with her first litter. She would then be giving birth the same date as her sister, Bumble did last year. She is blossoming as she approaches seven weeks pregnant and I now regularly gently put my hand against her tummy. Any day now, we should be able to start feeling the pups moving. At the moment her tummy feels like a fluid filled ball, but as the pups grow and skeletons become more dense, we will start to feel solid masses moving about. With a big litter, you can often make out a leg , head or spine of a puppy as space gets tight.
Lovely update for Murphy came in a few days ago from Kath. He is one of Blottie's ten pups born just before Christmas 2017.
I can’t quite believe it is a year since we picked up our gorgeous Murphy. Life has certainly changed for the better for having a dog, though it was a steep learning curve at the beginning. Now I begin every day with an hour stomp outside, and have discovered my local river and woodland. Murphy loves the woods, and the beach, and everything really. His boundless enthusiasm is infectious. I watched him chase a bunch of ducks into the air the other day, and he was totally in his element. At home he is affectionate and funny. We have long since failed on the ‘no dog on the bed’ rule, and he snuggles up like he owns the whole bed, every night. Sometimes we are joined by the cat, who Murphy loves, but it slightly terrified of. She’s not impressed, but sniffs him back when he’s not looking.
Thank you again for breeding such a lovely boy. I hope everything goes well with Blottie’s new litter.
Love Kath and family"
that year has flown by and you know you must stop sending me photos of Murphy (Only kidding). He is to handsome, and makes me doubt changing Blottie's partner. I think of the saying, "Why try and mend something that is not broken." It will though be interesting to see how much influence the 1/8th of Poodle has over the mix, with Blottie's next litter not having that smidge of Poodle, Murphy has.
Casper with Treacle's litter showed he is capable of throwing long nosed pups, with two of the litter having almost cocker type heads. So I hope with Blottie a bit bigger and even longer in the skull, we will see even more improvement with skull conformation with her with his offspring.
Fingers firmly crossed for the safe arrival of Blottie's pups.
Thanks for all the updates and photos of the very handsome Murphy over the last year.
Love from us all at Poundlane
Jane x "
Homemade pizzas tonight for supper. The children really enjoy making them. Thankfully now they are older, they can do most of it with not that much mess. Sometimes I questioned my sanity making them with them, when they were very young. Used to be more topping on the table, chairs, and floor than on the pizza bases. The dogs enjoyed it though. Happy days!
As we wait for Blottie's next litter to arrive, I thought a trip down Poundlane would be interesting. The photo below is Blottie with her eight litter siblings at three days old suckling their Super Mum, Smudge. Can anyone tell me which one is Blottie?
This photo of Blottie (below) just over one year old, should help you figure out which pup she is in the other photo above.
Just Blottie at around five weeks pregnant, yesterday evening enjoying a roll on my bed after lying with me and our two youngest, as they took turns to read to me.
There are those out there that will argue, that the Cavalier is not Brachycephalic, even the Kennel Club are grey on whether they are or not, but science settled that argument in 2011, "Cephalometric Measurements and Determination of General Skull Type of Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. M. J. Schmidt, A. C. Neumann, K. H. Amort, K. Failing, M. Kramer. Vet. Rad. & Ultra, 26 Apr 2011. Quote: "The general skull morphology of the head of the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (CKCS) was examined and compared with cephalometric indices of brachycephalic, mesaticephalic, and dolichocephalic heads. Measurements were taken from computed tomography images. Defined landmarks for linear measurements of were identified using three-dimensional (3D) models. The calculated parameters of the CKCS were different from all parameters of mesaticephalic dogs but were the same as parameters from brachycephalic dogs. However, the CKCS had a wider braincase in relation to length than in other brachycephalic breeds. Studies of the etiology of the chiari-like malformation in the CKCS should therefore focus on brachycephalic control groups. As Chari-like malformation has only been reported in brachycephalic breeds, its etiology could be associated with a higher grade of brachycephaly, meaning a shorter longitudinal extension of the skull. This has been suggested for other breeds." You can find more about Cavaliers being brachycephalic on the CavalierHealth.org
website page Brachycephalic Airway Obstruction
Some will argue wrongly that the Cavalier is not brachycephalic, because it has a longer muzzle, I presume in relation to a Pug or French Bulldog. We can see from the photo's below, it certainly is not in relation to a dog with what should be considered a normal length muzzle aka a muzzle that can comfortably fit all of a dog's 42 teeth and very importantly it's air conditioning, Nasal Cavity.
As you will read in this blog I wrote Yet another vet that does not know their Cephalic Index from their Craniofacial Ratio. Even vets can suffer with breed blindness and struggle to see brachycephaly, even when it's struggling to breath right in front of them. I have just finished reading Are We Pushing Animals to Their Biological Limits? A must read for anyone working in animal husbandry, who cares. Did you know that the word 'Husbandry' is derived from the old Norse phrase hus bond, meaning bonded to the household.
The book ends with the chapter, "Concluding: Pushing Animals to Their Limits" written by Martin Whiting. He Says, "Moreover, we run the risk of normalizing the abnormal, a concept called 'normalcy', where things become 'socially normal' because of their common occurrence (Wellman, 1958). The development of normalcy associated with the modification of animals can lead to blinding ourselves as to the negative consequences that have arisen. When normalcy occurs, and is combined with cognitive dissonance, substantial welfare compromise can arise and yet pass by completely undetected (Packer et al., 2012). That is one purpose of this book - to explore how abnormal has become normal, or standard practice, and how those animals may be affected by their change. However, detection of this detrimental normalcy and defining it for animal modification is surprisingly culturally taxing; for example, castration of dogs in the UK is considered 'good husbandry' but in other countries it is an unacceptable mutilation (Palmer et al., 2012). So how does one determine the compromise associated with change? Does restoration of health to the unhealthy constitute an appropriate endeavour, but adapting an otherwise healthy individual to one that has excellent traits for one aspect of its life combined with detrimental aspects to another is then rendered ethically compromised?"
The guiding principle he ends on as we are in the era of genetic engineering he calls the 'Principle of Conservation of Welfare. "The principle affirms that genetically engineered animals should be no worse off than the parent stock would be were they not so engineered, and ideally should be better off."
Unfortunately, for dogs, especially those bred for exhibition in show rings, this simple idea has not been adhered to. Often I question what I am trying to do, when I seemingly take two steps forward and then what seems like a half a step backwards, but the overall aim is to keep going forward with increasing health (physical and mentally) and vigour with each generation. You could be forgiven for blinking, but closing your eyes is shameful. This book should make you ask yourself questions, and mine of course is "Does trying to restore health to the unhealthy constitute an appropriate endeavour?" Only if you are prepared to do it with your eyes wide open.
Recently some might of noticed I have changed the web address and the title of the site from "Poundlane Cavaliers and Cavapoos" to "The Poundlane spaniel." Nothing to be worried about. I just thought it time to stop fraudulently getting people to my website looking for a Cavapoo. We are not breeding pure Cavaliers, and we have not bred a Cavapoo litter now for around 5 years. The Cavapoo was never something we planned to do on it's own, and as the website explained it has always been part of something bigger, our breeding project to breed a heathier, sweet natured small type spaniel. The Cavapoo bit though did get a lot of traffic coming to the website, but now it's time to let the type of spaniel we are breeding stand on it's own merit. We have now officially gone full Poundlane spaniel.
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me with Bumble and Blottie, waiting patiently to be unleashed, November 2018
Hello, I am Jane, you might of guessed, I love dogs. We are situated in the North Devon countryside, England, United Kingdom. Our home is occupied by my husband, David, our children, pack of dogs and me.