Got back from taking Toby for his eye test at Tavistock, just after midday. We took Bumble with us and on the way back stopped at Torrington Commons to walk the two of them, getting caught in a hale storm, but warmed ourselves up back at the car with a burger and coffee from the Burger Van that parks there.
Veterinary Surgeon Chris Warren who examines my dogs eyes was very interested in Bumble. He had never seen this cross (I don't think anyone is doing this cross in the UK to my knowledge) and commented on how much more functional her look was. He asked me what I called the result of the cross and I said, "I call it a cross between a Brittany and Cavalier." Which did make Mr Warren laugh, and I then said, "I suppose you could call it a Britalier, if you had to have a name. I expect a lot of breeders would call it a "mutt" or a "mongrel" though." He laughed again. After checking Toby's eyes which he found clear of any clinical signs of Multifocal retinal dysplasia or Hereditary cataracts, he brought his chair upside Bumble who was sat on my lap and took a closer look at her head morphology, and was impressed at how much improvement has come about with this cross. Especially the lessening of the grove deepness of the stop. He told my husband, David and me that he recalled seeing paintings of King Charles Spaniels looking like Bumble and I said, "There is a painting of a young King Charles II with two of his siblings with a King Charles Spaniel at his knee that looks very much like an elegant small Springer Spaniel and looks just like Bumble." He replied, "I think we are thinking of the same painting."
“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 (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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