The sun has arrived here in North Devon and I write this just after midday, the sun over but still high, so the dogs are slumbering about me, most lying on the floor taking advantage of the coolness of the wooden flooring and the odd snore and sigh can be heard, a slight breeze disturbs the curtains from time to time and from my computer chair the view is just blue sky. I must not bide to long on descriptive text, as not that much time and a busy weekend ahead again with milking, visitors to choose pups and not forgetting Fathers Day on Sunday.
Sorry, but I have been a bit renege in my taking puppy photos over the last couple days, but there are some. Primrose's pups will tomorrow be five weeks old and are now happily making their way out on to the patio from the pen and can now find their way back in without to much squeaking. I seem to have a lull in photo taking around this age, I think partly due to them being at a half way mark of being up and about but for not very long periods yet, so awake photo's are still a bit harder to get and although sleeping photos are nice, it's nice to start seeing them in more action photos.
This weekend the first two boys will be picked and it will be nice to re-meet Andrea and her family tomorrow and meet Jenny and her family for the first time on Sunday. Looks like the weather is going to be good.
Last night I was busy out the back house sorting out laundry, when my son Alfie appeared thrusting the camera in my face and telling me to watch, I have to admit, I feigned interest and said, "Well, done, thanks for that," but really had not took in what he had been filming, until just now and realised my wonderful son had not only took a nice piece of footage of the dogs playing with his sister, Florrie, but he had killed two birds for me with one stone.
The film he so kindly done catches Treacle, Belle and Reggie playing together with our daughter, Florrie. Treacle is going to be one years old tomorrow, so nice to have a bit of footage of her to share on the eve of her birthday and her seven litter siblings birthday, Molly, Pippa, Dotty, Dexter, Darcey, Darcy without an e and Sasha. Hope all is well with all Treacle's litter siblings and have a lovely first Birthday. I'm here if needed.
If you have not already twigged, all the dogs in the video are related because Reggie is the father of Belle and Treacle, so what better a clip could you have than Dad playing with his children to wish all those Dad's out there doing their proper Dadly duties a Happy Fathers Day, keep the good work up, us Mum's might not often enough say it and thankfully like Dad's we get a day that kicks us up the butt to remind us to say, "you are an important part of the bringing up children equation," not as important as us mums of course, but you can't have everthing in life, only kidding. Lol
Reggie is a lovely dog and just because I don't bang on about him every five minutes does not mean he is not every much part of the family, in fact he is the lead male within the canine pack and as an alpha can go he is a positive one. He understands strategy and cohesion is the best way to be leader, people who think that alpha stands for aggression and fierce competitiveness, knows little about pack survival. To be the leader of the pack and be successful although you may have to stand your ground from time to time, getting the top spot in the canine pack is more subtle that beating up everyone else and watching an aplha in a happy pack of dogs is much the same as management in the human world, if your boss keeps hitting you over the head with a bit of two by four, are you going to work for her/him out of respect and give her/him your all, not bloody likely, but if your boss, pats you on the back makes you feel valued and your opinions are of worth, you are more likely to respect him/her and give when needed beyond the call of duty. That's more what an aplha is in the dog world, than a frothing at the mouth beast that rips the throat out of any one in the pack if it dare even look at them. Aggressions often in dogs is more a fear response than done for domination.
Recently I did something I am very ashamed of, I watched, The Millionare Matchmaker,( hang in there I will link this to dogs in a minute). I have showered vigorously since and the feeling of being dirty is slowly leaving me, because I did it more than once. If you have never watched this program showing at the moment weekdays at 2 pm on ITV2 and believe people are not that shallow, well watch a couple of these shows and it certainly will confirm that some humans are that shallow.
The matchmaker woman says things like this to the milloinaire men, "When you meet the woman, don't lead with your money," but they are millionaires using a dating agency called,"The millonaire matchmaker", so just that fact means it's pretty established that you are leading with your money before the woman meet you, pherhaps she should change the name to, "Maybe I'm a milloinaire or maybe I'm just a poor creepy guy." Any way less of how my brain works, the better, lets get to the link between this show and dogs, well it's the use of alpha and to any of you thinking about signing up for a date using, "The matchmaker millionaire", if the person they match you with says, he/she is an alpha, get the hell out of there, because it just means they are a horrible person. I watched one show were a woman millionaire said, "I'm an alpha and men can't handle that." No, you are not an alpha , you are just horrible. She was not an alpha because if she was, men would be eating out of her hand, she was just a horrid person, who spoke over you, had to beat you at everything and I hate to imagine her doing anything else, especially intimate.
Please being horrible is not alpha, being alpha is standing your ground when needed but being alpha is getting the best from others and in return respect. Rule with a rod and one day that rod wil be stuck somewhere you might not find to comfortable.Lol
Just going to add this bit on after publishing because I forgot before. One of the funniest thinks I found watching ,"The Millionaire Matchmaker", was men talking to woman that the woman had enormous surgically enhanced boobs very much on display and the woman would say if chosen, "What attracted you to me ?", the man says back, "Your personality of course," yeh, we believe you, thousands might not, but we know the truth is, he is actually repeating over and over in his head, "Don't look at her boobs, look at the face, look at the face, look at the face, Look at the boobs, not at the face, Oops ! look at the face, not at the boobs." I will stop now because I could get carried away and although I'm having a laugh this program also made me concerned for the human condition.
The last lot of photos on here are of my husband, David and Father to our six children (So lots of homemade cards and things made from toilet rolls for him on Sunday), after a long day at work getting lots of attention from the dogs, no doubt it's nothing to do with him eating his pasta bolognese supper. Look out for the guilty dogs, who had been out in the dishwasher licking plates before David arrived home, they are the ones you can see a slight tinge of red on their muzzles.
“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.