Betsy can get her own, thanks....
... with her new oinky latex pig in front, and her chewed beef stick by her side.
A very sweet person bought two new toys for Betsy as a 'going away for summer' present -- and she loves them both. One is a furry 'donut' and the other is this plush oversized 'chocolate chip cookie', complete with crackly paper under the fabric (and a squeaker inside, of course). Often I look at her and I think what a fine figure of a Boxer dog she looks -- if still a little on the dainty side for a Boxer (she's 5 1/2 months old). Other times I look at her and see the baby that she still is. A tall and alert, ever-learning baby, but a babe nonetheless. And adorable, too.
This is not a great video: she runs after this ball like billy-o and leaps over it etc., and this snippet is relatively sedate. But it's a 4 1/2 month-old puppy enjoying a large (13") ball on the parched and brown Florida grass of a local school in the month of May.
She is tall enough to eat and drink from the grown-up's table -- what used to be my darling Chummy's table. Betsy is only 4 1/2 months old. Also, today is my other dear departed's birthday. He would have been 93 today. Happy Birthday, Grandad.
Betsy likes Perrier!
I actually made a number of adjustments to this picture after photographing this -- placed with magnets on the fridge to flatten it somewhat, as the ordinary 'wetordry' 600 grit sandpaper curls up into a scroll if left unsupported. (The eyes are too chocolate and need a dark iris ring; the yellow strokes needed to be reddish like the rest, etc.) Anyway, it is really just a fun sketch. But it captures the idea, one way or another, of an energetic puppy, like a Tigger. Later I found a piece of cardboard from an artist's pad, cut it to fit, and rubber-cemented the sandpaper to it. I won't be using plain sandpaper again! But I like the effect: when you view the drawing from different angles, you see the features differently. It's almost like a hologram.
15 February 2018
The Honorable Vern Buchanan
United States House of Representatives
2104 Rayburn HOB
Washington, DC 20515
Dear Mr. Buchanan,
Dog Ear Cropping — Why Is It Still Legal?
I’m writing to you as my representative because I see this ultimately as a legal matter, which concerns you as a legislator. The moral case can be put easily enough: the surgical cutting of a dog’s ears for fashion (which is to say, for showing them in a show ring) harms the dog, causes it distress and discomfort, and has no medical justification whatsoever. I refer in particular to the cropping of Boxer dogs’ ears, which is done to American show dogs though not European ones, as in Europe this barbaric practice is banned. I don’t think we are behind the Europeans in many things, but in this we certainly are. No dog, in its vulnerable early puppyhood no less — when it ought to be playing and directing all its youthful powers to growing not healing — should have to undergo this ordeal. (I understand that cropping is typically done no later than about twelve weeks of age.)
The American Veterinary Medical Association agrees with me, yet this pointless and unkind mutilation still goes on in this country (any surgery not required for good health or the dog’s best interests is unkind). The American Kennel Club should alter its breed standards so that the very beautiful natural ears of the Boxer dog — or any dog — will be accepted in the ring, as they are in Europe. Instead, American dogs are made to retain an aggressive sharp-eared look as an echo of a crueler age. I wonder whether the A. K. C. would be so keen to uphold this standard if its members truly knew that the general public views it not only as cruel but also ridiculous: Boxers as pets and intimate companions are overwhelmingly these days allowed to keep their natural ears, unmolested. But I worry about the show dogs, who are not allowed to have the bodies they were born with (tail docking is another subject, or perhaps it is not). Today I am arguing that surgery on animals without medical purpose should be illegal in this country. At the very least, dog ear cropping should be outlawed. Then, the A. K. C. will have to bring its standard in line with the law and with the moral position that has already been adopted in other decent countries. European show dogs are happier throughout their lives, and as a bonus, they look so much better! I honestly don’t know who could argue against that, or what argument they could possibly have.
I know that you are extremely busy, so allow me briefly to state what my stake in this is: I am an American citizen concerned about animal welfare in general, but as a past and current Boxer dog owner (I have just got my 8-week-old puppy today — 15th February), I have once again been forced to confront this disturbing practice. I’ve written a playful book about dogs (How To Train Your Human: The Dog’s Guide) and have designed the official Boxer Beauty tartan, honoring the breed, which is registered with the Scottish Register of Tartans. I had to say goodbye to my first dog, Chummy, who inspired the book and the tartan, this past New Year’s Eve, after nearly 11½ years of mutual devotion. No one could claim that I don’t have a deep personal and moral interest in the welfare of Boxers.
I do hope that this is not seen as “too small” an issue for the laws of our land to correct.
Thank you very much for your time, and I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours very sincerely,
The vet weighed Betsy yesterday (just a puppy wellness visit): she is now 33 lbs. When we got her, she was 11 lbs. In 9 weeks she's tripled in size!
...and the answer is No.
As I wrote to my mother today:
I particularly don't like it when people make suggestions about How To Raise A Puppy. I know all about it -- and if I need advice, I'll ask the vet or Google it. I'm highly confident of raising a good girl, and this time will be no more difficult than the first. So in answer to your question (and you are not 'people' -- I'm not meaning you!), Betsy's training school is Mr Brenchley and me, right here at home. It was all Chummy needed and Betsy is similarly bright (and similarly boisterous in the way Boxers are). As I said to hubby on our waterside walk with Betsy today, if you need to train the spirit out of a Boxer, you shouldn't have one: get a Chihauhua and be done with it!
Such progress in two weeks with us. We are all feeling more relaxed and confident about the new family arrangement, I think. This is the start of a beautiful friendship, and more than that.
...is actually a toddler's brush. Bright green with sparkles and a small head to fit in her mouth. So far we've used it twice and she is 9 1/2 weeks old. She is fascinated by my electric toothbrush, and apparently liked the smell of the dog toothpaste I showed to her. It was an easy matter to put the paste on the brush that I told her was her own.... She is a very inquisitive and adventurous dog, not timid or shy at all. That is going to make her precocious in some ways, but she will need a firm hand in other matters!
I'm a big believer in spending minimally on dog toys, both because the novelty of any toy quickly wears off and because you get more variety if you assemble your own at home. This could be nothing more complicated than our latest favourite: a mesh shower ball (cheap and I happened to have one on hand) with my rather stretchy dressing-gown sash attached (I have other dressing gowns: it's fine for now). The result, as the pictures illustrate, is great bouncy fun. The ball and sash combo is wonderful for trailing, throwing, and bobbing over baby's head. It weighs almost nothing and is very tempting when you're about 9 weeks old. If she tires of this or I want my sash back, I can attach a different length of something else, or re-purpose the mesh ball in yet another toy/game. (I've never used it to clean myself with: it was a gift and has just hung in the shower stall as decoration.) Have a look at my Homemade Dog Toys & Games page for more suggestions about making your own fun.
We got Betsy last Thursday afternoon. This past week has been interesting for me because on the one hand, I knew what to expect, and on the other paw, Betsy's personality might turn out to be different in subtle ways from Chummy's. And this is proving to be true. She just woke up with a little squeal (followed by a yawn), and in general she is a big talker. She barks at her toys, and at me when excited by something I'm holding or showing her -- and I don't remember Chummy barking at all until she was considerably older. And then, Chummy tended to bark at external things, never at me. Betsy also trills at me, which I don't recall Chummy ever doing, either. (It's the sort of thing I'm pretty sure I'd remember.) Finally, Betsy makes 'exclamations' while playing that don't sound like a bark but more like 'oh!'. Chummy made all sorts of little noises as a pup, for sure, but Betsy just strikes me as being more vocal, in a slightly more various way at this stage. In other respects they are both very similar in looking and behaving like their breed. A Boxer dog is charming, vivacious, and handsome as a grown-up, but even as doglets they are still very much Boxers, with many hints of what is to come.
...was the official cause of my beautiful Chummy's death. It is so called -- or was: the current term is arrhythmogenic right ventricular cardiomyopathy or ARVC -- because it is a disease that shows up especially in Boxer dogs. The information sheets that I was given about this, when Chummy first went into the Intensive Care Unit on Christmas Day, stated that dogs at risk (I guess: I forget the specific language and no longer have the sheets) should not be bred. I believe this is wrong, quite strongly. Chummy did die of ARVC, according to the doctors, but she lived a slightly longer-than-average life for a Boxer (the usual span is 10-12 years, and she lived to be nearly 11 1/2). More than that, her life was happy, and she brought great joy to all that knew her. This would have been just as true if, god forbid, she had died at age nine, or six. She had a Boxer puppy friend, when we lived in Texas, who died at age three after inhaling fungal spores at his parents' cattle ranch. To state that some Boxers deserve to breed and that others don't, when they all will die eventually of something, strikes me as stupid, frankly.