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Welcome to the ATB blog "J & A's Brittanys" where we love to write about, share stories, post videos and pictures featuring our beautiful, well bred Brittany family bird dogs. With their established and recognized hunting heritage our dogs also measure up to the breed standard regarding health, appearance, movement, and temperament. Enjoy the stories of whelping puppies, tips on field training, bragging rights on accomplishments, sharing joys and sorrow, announcements and as the name implies - ALL THINGS BRITTANY! With a love of God, family, friends, and dog we welcome you.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Things of the Heart - The Best of ATB

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On my wall there hangs a beautiful framed print of a little girl kneeling next to her bed, head bowed in prayer with her Brittany dog seated next to her.  The paws of her dog are up on the bed and he appears to be praying too.  It's a lovely print, reminiscent of an old fashioned, country cottage bedroom.  I gave this print to John one Christmas.  On the bottom of the frame these words by Helen Kelen are engraved: The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart."  I have loved this quote and believe there is much truth to it.  I have experienced many remarkable and beautiful things through all of my 5 senses at one time or another. Unlike Ms. Keller, I do have my sight and she would probably caution me against never taking it for granted.  There are many things in life which none of us should ever take for granted.  So many things for which we should be thankful for on a regular basis.  None of this is by chance.  All of this is by design, by Providence.  And for some reason God uses this amazing animal we all know and love as the Brittany to speak to my heart about His ways  which are always are higher than ours and most often a complete mystery to us.  But believing means having faith in those things that are not seen.  I think that Ms. Keller understood that.  My Favorite Book puts it this way: "Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see."

Life is full of experiences that we see.  But what of those things that are unseen? The things of our heart, for which no word exists to even describe them? We do not need our natural sight to know they exist. We need faith to believe that they do exist and we also need faith to hope for them to happen.  That takes confidence but confidence in what?  In a God we cannot see with our eyes nor touch with our hands?  That is absolutely right. Because indeed, the best and most beautiful things are felt with the heart, and they are most often seen through the eyes of faith. Look around you and think about the beautiful things in your life, seen and unseen! Enjoy them and maybe, just maybe you too will agree! Take care and God bless you and yours always... John, Ann and All Things Brittany 
Archive: August 12, 2010

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Seasons - Best of ATB

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This beautiful liver and white Brittany puppy is "Crickett's Hunter" from our very first litter of pups born in 1990.  He was right around the same age as "Hemi" in this photograph.  I had just raked a pile of leaves in the backyard and Hunter took the opportunity to give us a real photo gem. Don't you think he looks a lot like Treasure?  I always have and they are related by the "belly button theory" as most of our Brittanys lead back to Hunter's grandparents.

I'm writing on the backside of yet another totally enjoyable weekend spent once again with family, good friends, and with neighbors. The only problem is time is passing so quickly these days that there are still so many others that I had planned to visit with before the summer passed us by. Not that I am rushing things or anything like that but I do want to mention that there are trees on our road with leaves at the tippity top that are already changing color! And my last trip down to the berry patches revealed that some very small but beautiful maple leaves had fallen to the ground.

In years past I would often pick up the very first leaf that I discovered as fall approached and set it aside. I've always looked at my own life as a series of seasons; seasons of growth and maturity full of various experiences. Sometimes we are aware of what season we are in. For instance, when our daughter graduated from high school and was headed to college I knew as a mom I was in a season of letting go so that I could be prepared emotionally and spiritually for whatever the future would bring and where God may lead me. When our first grandchild was born it was on the horizon of a brand new millenium, also the year marking our 25th anniversary and a trip to Israel. This was a season of personal growth as well as digging deeply into my heart and spirit, asking God to show me the way. Which He did.

Things leveled out and one season came to an end and another began. Eventually leading to where I find myself now. Seasons of the heart and the spirit do not coincide with the natural seasons but we can learn so much when one of them is coming to an end and another is about to begin. I remember clearly a specific season winding down in my life when it was time to leave my job behind for various reasons. Full of uncertainty as to what the future held but confident that it was time for a change. A single leaf fell from the majestic oak tree that shaded the path leading away from the office to the parking lot. I picked it up and held it to my nose, savoring that wonderful musky scent of a fallen leaf. Closing my eyes I simply thanked God for this gentle reminder that He's in control. In control of everything. As surely as it was time for that leaf to fall to the ground so was it time for things to begin to line up and fall into place for another season in my own life.

Seasons change from one to the next whether or not we are ready or if we want them too. Think about that pile of cordwood out in the driveway. Even if we're not ready to stack it and put it on the porch before the temperature drops, those temperatures will drop just the same and we will either be opening the door and walking a few steps to get wood for the stove - or walking out into the cold weather, across the yard to get an armful. So it is with the spiritual aspect of personal seasons. It is enough to be aware and recognize the sign(s). It is much better to be prepared for them. So I'm not really sure why my blogging tonight took this direction. I was going to write about the particulars of a particularly enjoyable weekend and talk about Julie and Bullet, Pam and True, Hemi and Thistle, John and All Things Brittany including our grandaughters birthday party. Maybe I'm inspired by a recent lunch with a longtime friend I'd not seen in way too many years and listening to the story of what she has been through for the past couple of years. Now she is on the threshold of her own change, finding herself in a place she never dreamed she would be. A "place" where God took all the difficulties of recent years and turned them around for His purpose, and as a result is blessing her through them. She wouldn't be who she is now if she'd stayed in that prior season but neither would she have experienced the reality of knowing indeed - God is always in control. Especially those times we all have when nothing in life makes sense at the moment. Be blessed this night readers. Know that whatever is going on in your heart, that all it takes is a teeny bit of faith - the size of a mustard seed - to see you through. Faith in One Who knows and loves you more than you could possibly believe. As the leaves begin to change color and fall, with summer slowly transitioning into the beauty of autumn, think about your own seasons of life. Be still. And know. That He is God.
Take care and God bless you always. More about the Brittanys next time I promise. ~ Ann
ARCHIVE: August 8, 2011

Monday, April 17, 2017

Notes From a Whelping Box - Best of ATB

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Sitting in the quiet of a room lit only by the overhead infra-red head lamp watching my beautiful Treasure and her beautiful 11 Brittany puppies it is easy to block the world out. For there, in those moments of time, all that matters is the well being of momma and babies. It takes a few days to get settled into the routine again, not only for John and I, but for Treasure as well. No matter how many times a dog breeder experiences this miracle of birth and of new life, each time is as if it was the first time all over again. If we should ever get to the point where we take it all for granted, think there is nothing new, miraculous, or unique about this miracle then that will be the last litter of puppies ever. It's easy to get lulled into a false sense of security that all is well, that you know just what to expect and that all will proceed according to plan. Well, in some aspects it is true all will go according to plan but just whose plan is that?  It is a combination of course of the biological responses of the mother in regard to having been bred and the gestational period of 63 days. Most importantly though, it is according to Gods plan and learning to quiet one's soul enough to appreciate the simplicity of all that is complex in a given moment. In this instance, gazing down at 5 day old neo-natal puppies.

These precious new Brittany puppies have changed immensely in a brief time.  Sometimes it's easy to be too tired, too exhausted to really appreciate how they grow and develop.  Sometimes the most subtle changes go unnoticed. But I don't want to miss a thing. These first three weeks afford a breeder the opportunity to learn so much about the puppies they are responsible to have brought into the world. For it is during these first weeks that 99% of the care of these precious baby dogs is taken care of by their mother. There are exceptions of course, and John and I have experienced those times when things go wrong. Yet it is Treasure who keeps her pups and their whelping box (nest) immaculately clean. It is Treasure who stimulates them to go to the bathroom and also who rolls them around the box to keep them active.  It is Treasure who, if we were not providing an overhead heat lamp or heated room, who would keep them warm by keeping them tucked up close to them.  It is Treasure who feeds them all, several times a day.  It is Treasure who lovingly licks their faces while drawing them closely to her with an outstretched paw. In a few more weeks all of this will change.

It is also easy to look at this period as a time when not much is happening. Nothing could be further from the truth. Pups are usually born with a peachy fuzz around their muzzle, if at all.  Their faces are squished in and sometimes they even have an amphibious look about them with little eye sockets bulging out. Their eyes and their eyes are fused shut at birth.  The little ears look as though they are made out of rubber. But in just a matter of hours and a few days this all changes.  Today I can see that the muzzles are beginning to take shape, and it's so cute! The peachy fuzz is covering more of the area around their mouths. Speaking of mouths, nothing is cuter than when a little tongue is seen sticking out. Their ears are losing the rubbery look and hair is growing there too. When I put my hand down on the surface near a pup, she will move closer and eventually snuggle into my cupped palm.

The movement of these new Brittany puppies continues to grow stronger. The bottom of Treasure's 'cradle' or whelping box is lined with an all weather rug cut to size. We have several of them which we rotate and disinfect on a regular basis. Depending upon what is happening in the development of the pups or their age we may also add paper from the rolls of unprinted newspaper ends. We feel in the beginning however that the all weather rug best meets the need of mom and pups. I do not like to place anything like blankets or towels in the box that the pups can get entangled in. They can even scamper underneath the paper when very young and become 'lost'. Any time a young pup cannot find it's way back to it's heat source puts pup at risk of chilling which is the #1 cause of early puppy deaths. In the beginning these babies have no 'shivering mechanism', no ability to regulate their own body temperature. The best reason for using the rug in itself is to aid the little nursing puppies.  When they 'belly up' to Treasure seeking a free nipple from which to feed from it is frustrating for them when their little hind feet go out from underneath them. Over and over again, every time they nurse the action is repeated. The greatest benefit comes when they have the necessary traction for their rear legs and feet to keep pup in one place. We also believe that the muscles in all 4 legs and shoulders develop quickly and become stronger, thus enabling them to walk at a much earlier stage. This evening I observed some of the pups actually moving with their bellies lifted up. Although technically still a crawling like movement, it is already much more deliberate.
I noticed something interesting which shows the intelligence and instincts of the pups already.  I wondered why some of the 11 pups remained huddled in one particular area of the box where some of the others gravitated to the source of warmth as provided by the heat lamp.  After observing Treasure entering her cradle to nurse the pups and then leave once they were finished feeding, I realized what was happening. She always enters and leaves in the same direction.  So the smart little piggy puppies have figured out that by staying in the place where momma last fed them, they are assured of being first in line when she returns. She's actually very methodical in the manner in which she does let them nurse though. Although Treasure may appear to randomly nurse the pups, she is very clever at positioning herself for certain pups to feed and others to remain just out of paws reach.
So maybe these are trivial occurrences and oh well, the pups are going to grow and develop and yeah, there are more important things going on that I could be devoting my time to. NOT. Despite the amount of time that actually is involved with raising a litter of pups, all the work that does go into making sure everything is all right at all times, and especially once the first 3 weeks have passed - Treasure and her pups are for all intents and purposes the object of my undivided attention. I remember a very matter of fact comment from our dear Dr. Chapin a couple of years ago when we had taken puppies for their second vet check before going home to their new owners.  As I whined and moaned to whoever would listen how tired and exhausted I was, how my body ached, and how I never had a moment to myself the good doctor looked at me and said he had no sympathy for me because I had brought all that on upon myself when I made the decision to breed.  And you know what? He's absolutely right.  So for the next 8 weeks my sleep schedule will be radically altered, my level of energy pushed to the limits and my patience and goodwill drastically challenged but 11 new little Brittany puppies will get the best possible start that we can provide them, as we prepare them for the 1st Day of the Rest of Their Lives.  And how wonderful to be getting to know those families who are counting the days until that time.  In the meantime, I'm going to try to catch some Z's!  Take care and God bless  you and yours - John, Ann, Treasure and family, and ATB
ARCHIVE: APRIL 12, 2012