Brittany Birthday Wishes / Just Sayin

8 Beautiful Brittany Puppies & Their Lovely Mother
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One question frequently asked of me is how do I remember the dates and names of our litters of Brittany puppies? It really is quite simple you know. We plan our purpose driven breeding program well in advance, from year to year. As full time hobby breeders, we strive to continue to improve our ever developing line. Typically when John and I make a decision to breed there is an established list of serious inquiries. Long before an actual mating occurs we usually know several hunting families that we will be working with, what their expectations are for a Brittany, and they know who they will be working with. They understand our reason for breeding and how important their feedback will be to us. Eventually, in most situations, a friendship has developed and together all parties involved look forward to the future. As someone said to me recently, it is exciting to know that their new family member will arrive sometime this year. John and I wait with the same level of anticipation as those who will bring one of our very precious Brittany pups into their heart and home. When we have pups we spend a lot of time determining which pup will be the best fit for what family. I do believe when a breeder knows their line inside and out, backwards and forwards it easily could be possible to select a puppy blindfolded though! You'd be surprised though how reliable and accurate the various stages of our puppy evaluations are.

Anyway! John and I devote ourselves to the upbringing of our pups for those first 8 weeks and also work to be sure the awaiting families are well prepared. In that timeframe, we get to know each of the little ones very intimately. Additionally, our lives revolve around our entire crew, for what we do here is a lifestyle choice. Each litter is different, even when a repeat breeding is involved.

I don't always remember to acknowledge the birth date of when a puppy was born. But truly, I can count on someone to gently remind me! I am fairly successful with accuratley remembering the litter names and/or the actual names of our puppies. We only just started naming litters and we're not exactly consistent with doing that. It's a novel idea, sweet, warm and fuzzy but definitely not a requirement. We've tried themes but find it is much easier when John nicknames a puppy at birth based on it's unique appearance. Speaking of John, he really is super when it comes to giving nicknames - that's one of his specialties. Another one of his specialties is making sure each umbilical cord is at the proper length, is disinfected, tied off if needed. He also aspirates all pups at the slightest indication of any fluid in the pups lungs, nose etc. He listens very carefully to their first attempts to breathe.

For at least 56 consecutive days our pups are handled, nurtured, loved, hugged, cleaned and more. Our puppy socialization and development methods are found in the details of our Breeding 1010And it is a labor of love. Why would I not remember? I also connect the wonderful people who come into our lives as a result of our Brittany pups. I remember the stories of how people eventually connect with us. For instance, I remember when Helen came, a referral from several mutual friends, looking for an agility prospect. It was a most wonderful visit and just thinking of it fills my eyes with tears of joy, honest. As someone with years of experience in the sport of Agility and titles all the way to the top she knew what she wanted. I was fascinated with the bag of toys and items she brought with her to test each available puppy. I learned so much by watching her interaction. I knew when she had discovered the best agility prospect by 8 weeks old - that was definitely NOT something I could have done for her. But now I know. When Tenzing went home, there was a wonderful smile on Helens husbands face in addition to her own. And we were blessed to receive a new training book I'd never read, plus beautiful tote bags crafted by Helen, with Brittany appliques! Tenzing has been in active training for agility for 18 months, and now at 2 years old he has participated in his first competetive trials. I hear from others in the Brittany community he has done well. I missed out though on attending his first one. But I will look forward to when I sit outside of the course and see Helen and Tenzing!

Most every pup from a litter has a special story behind them in regards to meeting their new owner. Jim (who has Jersey) was out at a hunting preserve and someone from the club spotted him hunting with Brandi (Treasure/Gibson pup). The gentleman stopped to inquire about where the beautiful liver/white Brittany hunting hard was from. The two men spoke for a moment. A few minutes later Jim called Lori and asked her to call me to see if we had any pups left. We had been holding an orange and white girl for friends but that did not work out. So the answer was yes, we did have a pup. Later that evening I was on the phone with the person Jim had hooked up. I was asking questions, interviewing, and discussing medical care etc. Suddenly the phone went quiet. When the conversation continued I learned that I was speaking with a popular veterinarean in that area who specialized in sporting dog care. My face was a little red. A couple of weeks later we had the pleasure of meeting "Annie"s new parents, each of whom are practicing DVMs. It gets better! A Brittany club in their area had invited the doctor to a member meeting for a special presentation on first aid in the field. Dawn was there and noticed a young Brittany. She inquired of the pup and we all discovered what a small world it is! Annie has turned into an outstanding bird dog. Actually, most of the Brittanys from that litter are actively hunted. (If you've followed the blog you know we cater to the needs of experienced upland game hunters who want a close working (non-field trial) gundog, a hunting family with prior experience living with Brittanys!)

Then there is Max, who enjoys kayaking, mountain climbing and of course bird hunting with his best bud Mark. Mutual friendships abound through the weaving of lives in the ATB family. This includes the networking of professional gundog trainers and others who hook up with us. Such was the case with Mark and Max who ended up working with Grey's Outfitting where the BBW and Boogie spend time. Their owner also is involved with Grey's as a marksman.  A sister of the Molly & Jack pups whose birthday we celebrate, Miss Beccah, is living and loving life way up in God's Country in Northern Maine. She actually has an older half brother (Durgin) there. Sometimes our puppy owners let us know that in a couple of years they would be interested in another Brittany. Often they have an older dog. Such was the case with Beccah's owners. Great people to know, and who love their Brittanys.

We never refuse a pup to a family who wants "just" a pet. I believe a Brittany who lives life as "just" a pet is a very fortunate dog and the feedback from their owners is very important! Chase and his brother Remi (a popular name!) are fortunate in this way although their families are very open to bird hunting.  We do require ALL of our pups attend basic puppy training and obedience and by the time we've said 'yes', we are satisfied the home is a full quality home.

John just hollared across the room asking 'what are you writing out there?' Well, I tell him that since I've not posted here since New Years, I do have a lot to say! The thing is though, I've not covered any of what has been going on since the first of the month! Guess that means another post should be forthcoming. You'll want to hear all about how our son's new church is going, about how awesome ATB did at recent dog shows, and how we are oh so very close to announcing what we expect in the spring!

Just Sayin'
To know me is to understand how I feel about defining pet quality, dual quality, show quality, hunting quality in regards to pups. Any home that a J&A Brittany pup goes to is first considered a full quality and a top quality home regardless. John and I actively promote the breed as a close working family gundog. Breeding to produce quality gundogs requires breeding according to the AKC breed standard in regards to size, conformation, structure, temperament, coat, movement, etc. While we do not breed with the intent to show a dog from each litter we have, we do breed with the intent that every dog in each litter will hunt well. Without a doubt, there are many Brittanys from our program that either are or have potential to be competetive in the ring. Many of these dogs are spayed or neutered. Speaking of the show side, we are close to finishing 2 Brittanys we have bred. There are others right behind them. Showing is our hobby, secondary to our gundog program. Our ATB family all know this, but when someone mentions they'd be interested in showing a dog as well as hunting I will be 100% behind their effort in every possible way!)

Well, I do have wonderful memories surrounding the arrival and development of most every Brittany puppy that ever was born under our watchful eye. And I could continue to elaborate further about the lovely puppies of Molly and Jack. But it's chilly out here in the office and as I look over my shoulder, I see a couch full of Brittany dogs that looks very inviting and snuggly! I think I must go plop myself in the middle of it after enjoying a hot mug of home made turkey soup prepared by my private chef aka the love of my life, John.

Enjoy the brief video. This was taken within hours of Molly's whelping. The film quality is grainy, taken with my old camera. (Speaking of cameras, I am extremely lost without mine. It was lost somewhere on the Kennebunk training grounds several weeks ago...) John and I were resting on the couch, enjoying just watching the pups and Molly under the heat lamp, the radio playing one of my favorite songs and I was so tired I was singing along off key! But there you are, such sweet dear sweet little puppies of our Molly and our Jack, it is true for you as it is for all of the ATB family - you'll be in my heart, always. I hope you get to have a special treat and toy for your very special day tomorrow.  All sweet Brittanys from ATB, young or old, here there or everywhere - you are each loved more than you could possibly know!

Take care and God Bless you always... John, Ann and the Brittany crew here at All Things Brittanys

ATB Celebrates New Years Day 2012

2012 Breeding Program Information - Brittany Puppies

We have received several very serious inquiries regarding our next planned breeding, some of which still need to be confirmed. We are using FaceBook, this ATB Blog, and email to touch base with those who we have remained in touch with us.  As is customary, we will give preference to active bird hunting families with prior experience with Brittanys. At this point in time we are only planning 1 litter but are accepting inquiries for a waiting list that extends into fall 2013.

Please contact us via the form at www.mainebrittanysitejas.com to confirm or to inquire. 

We will announce the particulars once the breeding has occurred.  Thank you so much for your ongoing support and interest in All Things Brittany!  Take care and God Bless.


Sincerely,
John & Ann Short,
J & A's Brittanys, Acton, Maine

A Special Christmas Gift

My mum had a green thumb and my childhood home was filled with all manner of houseplants.  Everywhere you looked there were houseplants. Upstairs, downstairs, on the stairway landings, hanging in windows, trailing across the wall, you name the place and there was a plant there.  I did not have the same appreciation for them as my mother did, at least not at that point in time.  Not only where they indoors but mum's plants were outside as well weather permitting. And then during the winter there were plants down in the dirt cellar 'resting'.   Every year she'd bring the dead looking geraniums up from the cellar and before I knew it, they were all in full bloom looking more beautiful than ever.  The plants on my dad's graveside were also those of my mother.  She had a planter of her favorite plants that she would place there in the spring, take care of it throughout the warmer months, then bring it home to tend during the winter months. 

The furniture in our home were primarily all antiques; at least I know they were all very very old as she'd inherited them from her uncle and aunt.  The house being a Colonial several centuries old the attic was a delight to explore, just like my mum's bedroom was!  Her furniture included a very old Singer treadle machine and on top of that, sat her true pride and joy of all the plants - her Christmas Cactus. 

Now I know her cactus and the pot it was in had some age on it.  I think this too had belonged to her aunt and uncle. I have a very old black and white baby picture of my mom with this same pot and plant in the background.  It blossomed every Christmas without fail for as long as I could remember. She did not often (ever?) move the location of the plant. The temperature and light condition of my mother's upstairs bedroom overlooking the ocean offered the perfect environment.  That, and her green thumb, must have contributed to the longevity of her plant long after her relatives had passed away.

In 1988 my childhood home caught on fire. I will never forget the frantic call from my mother in the middle of the night crying that the house was on fire.  We drove over in a panic to find the firetrucks there and the firemen working hard to put the fire out which had nearly consumed our home.  I didn't know where my mom was and of course was trying to locate her.  Finally I learned she was safe and warm sitting with one of her neighbors but visibly shaken.  She was almost 70 years old.  My niece and nephew were also there and thank God they both got out of the house safely, my nephew helping mum down the stairs.  It was a terrible awful thing to go through.

1988 turned into 1989 and in the weeks and months to come the fire damage was assessed and all that entails. Most of that is a blur because my mother also suffered a major heart attack during that time and had triple bypass surgery.  As 1989 drew to a close, I also sensed my mom's time here on earth was doing the same.  Mum was so happy when her Christmas cactus blossomed again that year!  Evidence that it had indeed survived the fire from the year before, just as she had done.  It was the last time however we would see the Christmas cactus in bloom.  It was also mum's last Christmas for she died the following month, leaving me with a great big hole in my heart. I found solace though in knowing she was once again lying next to my dad as she was laid to rest by his side, together in the care of our Lord, and I know..."there will come a day."

Life changed as we all know it from that point on.  Along the way most of my mother's plants that had survived the fire were moved over to our house as her home was sold.  I never had a green thumb but I had a new appreciation for the commitment to my mums plants and truly gave them my personal best.  As time went on though, despite the best efforts the plants did not survive. I gave some to one of my nieces who did well keeping a couple of them going for awhile.  I did my best with Christmas cactus, learning about it's unique care and waited for it to blossom that Christmas, the year my mother died.

That was 1990.  Mum's Christmas cactus never bloomed.  Over 20 years later John and I moved and left the Christmas cactus for our daughter to care for. It was barely alive with just one frail branch trying to grow but she did manage to keep it from dying.  And every year we'd all look for signs of blossoming.  Mum's Christmas cactus never bloomed with 8 years of our daughter caring for it. 

As time goes on lives change, people move, families grow but we all know that the heart still goes on, that love never dies. So much of what happens in our life we are just not prepared for. But somehow we get through the tough times and we rejoice in the glad times. I think a key to peace of mind and having joy in our hearts truly is found by trusting God no matter what.  Which is never ever easy. Even more difficult is praising Him in the good times and in the bad.  I feel it's important to make a deliberate choice each morning when we get up whether we're going to remain stuck in the struggles of life or instead, rejoice in the blessings around us. For things could always be worse and there are always people whose lives are in much more turmoil. Sometime we can help them, other times we can't. I think there's a good reason to count our blessings, name them one by one.  Otherwise it's too easy to take them for granted or lose track of them all together.  There's a beautiful song called "Blessings" which would fit in well with what I am sharing here... (I hope you listen to it.)

As I've been counting my blessings this Christmas I am thankful so many things.  The love of my wonderful husband, our children and grandchildren; our health is not too bad; we can put food on the table; we have a wonderful circle of friends; we have a roof over our head; our children and their families are doing well; and yes of course our beautiful, loving Brittany dogs.  There is the added blessing of knowing our son will begin his ministry this Christmas Eve with his first service, a service which I will play music at. (My mum was a pianist who played by ear and I grew up loving to hear her sing and play!)  Last but not least, my nephew has moved back home to New Hampshire after living down south for many, many years which has made me very happy - and even more so because he is a new daddy, with a sweet little son born a couple of months ago. "Eli" is very much loved by his mommy and daddy, and so many of us!!

This weekend Maryann was here and very excited about some pictures she wanted me to see.  As I looked at the photographs I could hardly believe my eyes. She was telling me how 'Gram's Christmas Cactus" was in bloom!!!   I stood there staring in disbelief and my eyes began to fill with tears.  I couldn't believe it.  Maryann knew it hadn't blossomed in the 8 years she had it so she was just as happy as I was. She didn't realize however that it had not bloomed since 1990 when my mother died so I told her the story behind it.

God works in mysterious ways.  After my mom's death so many years ago I experienced a few 'things' that were private and special, but things that let me know our love for each other was alive and well - she just was in 'another place'.

My thoughts are especially sensitive towards memories of my mum at this time of year and understandably so.  I'm sure some of 'you' out there can relate.  As special as some of the blessings are in my own life right now, these same blessings would be just as special if not more so to my mother. Blessings which I would give anything to have been able to share with her throughout the many years she has been gone.  I'm thanking God for this special Christmas gift of mum's Christmas cactus blossoming because I can see the reality of not on His love - but hers too.  A simple thing with such great significance for our family. A very special Christmas gift indeed.

We hope you and yours will have a wonderful happy Christmas!  Enjoy your loved ones and appreciate what you do have, and make time to see the reality of God's love which is with us - not only at Christmas, but every moment of our lives.  Merry Christmas!  John, Ann, and All Things Brittany

2011 Family Christmas Music Slideshow

Christmas Is

(As sung by Regine Velasquez*)

Fireside and winter snow

Lights are on the tree

The world is all aglow again

With all the season brings

And though it comes around each year

The meaning of the season

Sometimes disappears

Oh it's good to be reminded

Christmas is for girls and boys

Trimming trees and Santa's toys

It's Mom and Dad and Gram and Grandpa, too

Christmas is a sacred birth

A chance for home and

Peace on earth

It's everything that we hold dear and true

but most of all

Christmas is the love that lives inside of me and you

Sleepy eyes are open wide and tiny hearts beat fast

To celebrate the morning

Just like every Christmas past

We gather close to family

Embracing all that's been

And all that's yet to be

Oh it's good to be reminded

Christmas is the candlelight

Jingle bells and silent night

Friends from long ago

And friends we've made anew

Christmas is a sacred birth

A chance for hope and peace on earth

It's everything that we hold dear and true

But most of all Christmas is the love that lives inside of me and you

From where it all began

One night in Bethlehem

It reaches out to all of us

Reminds us once again

Christmas is for everyone

The greatest gift of the Father's love

The star that shines on all the world

The light that leads us through

Christmas is a sacred birth

A chance for hope and peace on earth

It's everything that we hold dear and true

Oh, but most of all Christmas is love that lives inside of me and you.

written by: JIM BRICKMAN, REGIE HAMM, MARK R. HARRIS, REGIE GLENN HAMM

ATB: Pippin & Pups

Hemi and Thistle are showing us all so much potential.  There is a deliberate effort on our part to keep the training for the ring and for the field as balanced as we can.  When we come back from a busy show weekend (match or otherwise) the first thing we're trying to do is get the pups out into the field and on birds the very next day.  The handling classes and the matches have been the training ground for understanding what will be expected of them as they grow into adulthood.  Right now it is all about fun and these pups are not going to have any problem in either venue.  Hemi and Thistle honor each other now and that is without effort.  We are mindful to let the fieldwork remain fun and uninhibited and actually vary the methods being used on any particular outing.  Both pupsters have 5 shows and 3 matches under their belts with very significant placements. At 4 months old Hemi even has a fun field trial placement!  Hemi won his first blue ribbon in Springfield with competition and Thistle enjoyed her first time in the ring with second place.  Pippin, Bullet, and Treasure were also entered in these shows.  (I was happy for our friend Lorri who finished her beautiful Brittany that weekend with back to back majors.)  But the most encouraging time so far was this past weekend when, at a small show with some competition, they both came home with points towards their AKC Championship titles. Thistle knocked our socks off when she went Winners Bitch (WB) for 2 points, Best Opposite Sex (BOS), and and Best Puppy in Breed on Saturday!  Hemi did get Reserve Winner (RW) on Saturday.  Then on Sunday Thistle went WB for 1 point, and BOS.  That was the day little britches Hemi - won his 1st point with Winners Dog (WD) and went Best of Winners (BOW)!  Bullet showed well for Julie and placed in his class. 

As exciting and wonderful as these accomplishments were I had a personal best goal for the weekend.  I really wanted to show Pippin to the best of my ability on Sunday in the Best Bred by Exhibitor in Breed (BBE).  It ended up not being much of a competition with one entry but her breed win opened the door to compete with other sporting dogs bred by their exhibitors as well.  Julie was willing to take her into the Sporting Group competition for me but she also encouraged me to give it my best shot.  Pippin had given me her "happy tail" and really turned it on in the ring.  She gave me 100%.  After standing with Pippin along side of the Best of Breed, Best of Winners, Best Opposite Sex, and realizing her two pups won the available points - I was pumped. 

Pippin spent some of the afternoon resting and later a final grooming before going back in.  There were 6 beautiful entries of Sporting Dogs in the BBE Group. I was going in for the fun of it.  Pippin was easy to present as we went into the ring. Her movement felt right on, I was confident as she placed herself leaving very little for me other than adjust a certain spring loaded leg.  I remembered how very much I love showing Pippin and it reminded me of taking her mother Chrissy into the ring years ago.  My own mobility continued to be somewhat limited but I did my best knowing the presentation is everything.  Going into the ring the adrenaline rush was so tremendous, all that mattered to me was Pippin at the end of the lead. She kept looking up at me as we went around the ring as if to say 'is that really you? are you really doing this with me?' and I just kept telling her what a good good girl she was.  And when Pippin is happy, it shows and makes everyone is happy!  I swear she smiled.  I know I was when the judge selected us for a Best Bred By Exhibitor Group 4.  A very personal goal has been successfully achieved.  Here's to meeting more of them in 2012 on behalf of all of  J&A's Brittanys !

As always take care and God bless, thanks for your interest - John, Ann and All Things Brittany

PS Those of you who have been on our waiting list for our next litter, would you please email me privately?  We need to reconfirm your level of interest! Thanks!

ATB: 3 Brittanys Demonstrate HONORING each other

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(Omission to Bullets name... he too is an AKC Junior Hunter!)

I'm always so pleased to capture something raw and natural on film. This is no exception. Julie was here visiting John and I and we all took some of the crew down to the field. It had been a very long weekend of dog shows in Springfield, MA so the dogs (and their owners!) deserved this outing.

I think this video really demonstrates what the word "HONOR" or "BACKING" means in regard to hunting dogs. Bullet, True, Jack were all working together with chukar in the field. Bullet picked up the scent cone and followed it to where the bird was with True and Jack coming alongside. They saw Bullet slam into a point and came up beside him. It was beautifully orchestrated through the instincts within them. We have never had to put a lot of effort into the retrieve/backing training of our Brittanys but of course there is always much room for improvement. Even so, it's the stuff they instinctively do that is so exciting! 

What stood out to me the most in this short clip is the direction of each dog's head. They are clearly turned to face Bullet's body while Bullet is looking in the direction of the bird. The only time Bullet turns his head is when John approaches him, as if to acknowledge his presence and to say 'okay, I'm here now what do you want me to do next?'

Thistle and Hemi also had a great outing in the field, they are naturals. We do not believe in pushing them along when we have already seen the evidence of their strong birdiness displayed each time they are on birds. Sassy had a succesful run and ended up finding her birds as did Pippin. John says next year the girls will get their chance to test for some hunting titles!

Hopefully we can keep our Brittanys working right through December and they will all be fresh for whatever the springtime brings.

Working on more photos/collages to share soon. In the meantime thank you for your interest and as alwasy, take care and God Bless you. John, Ann and All Things Brittany

ATB: Thanksgiving Takes Many Forms

In a few more days we will celebrate Thanksgiving with our family and friends.  We've been slowly but surely shopping for the meal that will be shared as 18 of us gather together around the table.  Our traditional Thanksgiving menu usually consists of a large roasted turkey, stuffing, gravy, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, squash, turnip, rolls and pickles.  The cooking is always done by John whose father before him always prepared all the holiday meals. The turkey, stuffing, gravy, and pickles are all recipes that have been passed down in our family.  There's a secret ingredient for the stuffing and gravy which John sometimes will share with others! Other items we sometimes add to our meal include corn, peas, carrots, and/or sweet potatoes.

Tomorrow (Monday) I will begin making the dough for the pies I will bake on Wednesday.  (Speaking of pies, I have just learned our grand daughter Alana will be baking a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving!) I make my pie dough from scratch, separate enough for each individual crust, roll it into a ball, wrap in wax paper and let it chill for a day or so.  Then it's all ready when I begin my bake-athon.  Years ago when my mother in law was alive we would race each other to see who finished their pies first!  We lived next door to each other so I'd call her about 6 a.m. and she'd tell me she already had one pie done which motivated me to get going.  I miss that friendly competition. Typically I bake the following:  apple, mincemeat, squash, pumpkin, cherry, chocolate cream, and pecan.  It usually depends upon how many are joining us for dinner or who may drop by for coffee and dessert later in the day. Another staple for Thanksgiving, also from Nana's recipe box, is Date Nut Bread.  There are many recipes for this however only one of them comes out tasting the same way John's mother's did.  And so far, only one other person can make it that way - our daughter Maryann.  (Although one year her husband made it and no one could tell the difference!) Most everyone in the family has their favorite pie.  Our son's has traditionally been cherry although he will change his mind from time to time.  But again, it was 'Nana' who always baked a cherry pie on Washington's birthday - just for our son growing up. This year he tells me pecan is his favorite.  Cherry pie has also become our son in laws favorite pie.  Speaking of pies, I think we have observed each and every grandchild sticking their finger into their own leftover favorite pie long long after adults have left the table. This has been captured on camera.  I must absolutely have all my baking done during the day on Wednesday. Evening comes and  the kitchen becomes the sole domain of John.

He has his own techniques and methods. Even with all he has to do there are few ways that I am of help once the pies are made.  I will take loaves of bread for stuffing and break them to be just the perfect size then fill the roaster pan with them to dry out in the air.  In the meantime he makes an innovative aluminum foil tent for the turkey. It has to be just right.  I will often do some vegetable prep but even that must be done a certain, perfect way. Mostly I stay out of his way! Before going to bed however our home has already begun to smell like Thanksgiving.  Our turkeys are roasted slower than slow for many, many hours overnight at an extremely low temperature.  I love the way it smells in the morning.  I also love being a taste tester for the Short family secret gravy recipe.  John works diligently to have it taste just perfect and he will not offer me a chance to test it until he's certain it needs nothing more! Sometimes I may DARE to suggest a little more this or a little more that - but mostly it is ALWAYS so delicious - as is the bird, as is the stuffing, as are all the fixings he prepares. 

In the past I have suggested we go to a restaurant or accept an invite at a friends for Thanksgiving dinner - only because I know how very hard John works as he puts his heart and soul into this meal.  But even when there are Thanksgiving dinners when family and friends wish to gather somewhere else, we will always be found together at our own table. We did have one year when that actually happened.  I felt bad for John but he was perfectly happy to simply be where he wanted to be, leftovers and all! I've seen years that he has prepared more than one meal to accommodate others. It's just the way he is. 

Sometimes friends and family will bring a dish or a dessert to share but we never expect them to.  When asked what to bring, we simply say bring yourselves and your appetite! It is not a fancy affair here by any means.  In past years I have gone all the way by making place cards with names and Scripture verses, glowing candles, beautiful tablecloth with matching napkins and rings, had the finest of our special dinnerware, silverware, and glassware. We have sets of dinnerware and serving pieces that belonged to our parents and I am especially proud of an antique serving platter which belonged to my mother and was in her family.  In recent years however John and I have opted for ultra casual, informal, and E-Z clean up and splurged on Chinet plates and paper napkins. Sometimes we simply serve Thanksgiving dinner buffet or cafeteria style!  With 7 grandchildren it does make it a lot easier for everyone that way. We are also blessed to have those with the 'gift' of service. By this I mean, our daughter in law and our niece both are extremely helpful with making sure that the utilitarian aspects of serving a large meal does not create any additional work for us, for John especially. 

Thanksgiving (and most of our meals) always begin by giving thanks and asking God for His blessing.  As the grandchildren grow up it's been meaningful to go around the table and have everyone share one thing they are grateful for. Not to say all the adults all of the time are that agreeable with this, but nevertheless they do it to appease me more than anything.  And I like that.

There's so many jokes and TV shows around that really mock the tradition of a family Thanksgiving meal shared together.  And the history behind the first Thanksgiving is full of holes and inconsistencies that it is easy to understand why some people could care less.  I suppose there was a time in my own life that I looked upon these times with ho-hum, do we HAVE to do this, HAVE to go here or there, do we HAVE to?  And it always reminds me of one particular Thanksgiving.  The one I'll never forget for as long as I live.

My dad died the year I turned 12 years old leaving my mom a widow at the age of 46.  I was too young and naive to even be aware of her grief and mourning the loss of the man she loved, my father. That year as well as those immediately following his death are all blurs as far as I'm concerned and I often coin them all 'the blackest night' but that is another story for another time for it is my Testimony of how I became a Christian.  No, it is that first Thanksgiving without my dad that I always seem to reflect upon.

We didn't talk about it that morning. Didn't even acknowledge it was Thanksgiving.  My mom had cooked a turkey and I watched with interest as she made several sandwiches and packed them up.  Then she announced we were going to go for a ride.  I don't remember any conversation at all.  I do know it was a cold, breezy November day.  We ended up at Old Orchard Beach in Maine, at the pier which was totally abandoned.  We sat in the car together and ate turkey sandwiches.  When we were done we both got out and walked along the shore together, saying little to each other.  I think my brother was still in the service and overseas at the time.  My sister and her family were somewhere else with friends.  It was just my mom and me and a lonely beach on Thanksgiving.  Now looking back I can understand so much about that day.  I can even understand why we went to that particular beach because before my parents married that is one place they always enjoyed going together.  There must have been even deeper meanings to her to want to share Thanksgiving alone together there in that place. And to this day I just respect her decision to handle her grief in her own way that year so long ago.  I also wonder how would I have handled becoming a widow at the age of 46 with a 12 year old daughter.

My mom and my dad rest together in the Lords care as do John's parents. My faith allows me to believe there will come a day... when the circle will be unbroken, by and by Lord, by and by.   I now live in the present moment, very aware of the need for family and friends to mark the years that pass all too quickly through these various holidays and times of celebration.  These are the times of our life and we never really do know from one year to the next what will transpire, what will change, who will be here and who will not.  There is much to be thankful for when we are here and are gathered together, but there is also much to be thankful for when that is not the case.  To love, to be loved, to be able to love, to be able to give love, to know love, to have known love - these are among those things we can always be thankful for. Sometimes this is very difficult, other times gratefulness flows free and easy. 

This Thursday will be just as wonderfully crazy busy as any other home celebrating Thanksgiving together with family and friends.  There will be moments of reflections too for most of us in our own special way, just like my mom had hers that Thanksgiving so long ago. I bet she never thought her actions would impact the way I look at Thanksgiving for a lifetime - but they did, and it is all good.  As our family gathers together to ask the Lords blessing, we are also mindful of the many who are not so fortunate for surely, but by the Grace of God go I.  I will never take what we have for granted. I appreciate what to me, is the richness of our life found in the simpler things.  By the standards of some we have very little.  But I am persuaded we have an abundance, especially when I think of others in need.

It's funny because these days John and I are the family 'matriachs' - oh my!  And we hope that our family and friends know how much they mean to us, how much we love them and care about all that concerns them.  For we do thank God for the many blessings in our life, and especially so on Thanksgiving.  Take care and God bless you always, John and Ann and All Things Brittany

ATB: Hemi's Introduction to Dog Shows

Oh, Hemi!  I find that my heart is captured yet once again by a sweet Brittany puppy.  And as it feels the chains of love surround it, this heart knows that there are many, many years to look forward to.  I can look in any direction from where I sit writing and look into the eyes of our Brittany canine crew. From the oldest to the youngest, my heart is embraced with the reality of living a life - all for the love of the dogs, both given and received.  Each stage of development, each new horizon brings an untold joy of discovery.  As certain as I am of so many aspects of our ATB family, it is the affirmation of a confirmation which brings satisfaction.  Confirmation of what was hoped for, materializing in front of my eyes. Affirmation of the original hope and dream and that all knowing which can only be found in the heart.  Bottom line?  FAITH.  For readers who are not familiar with what is perhaps the most illusive definition of all but which also makes perfect sense it is found in the  Bible, Hebrews 11:1. “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” (KJV).

And what is the inspiration here?  What is the motivation?  Simple.  Being on the end of a leash, showing little britches at his first dog show.  We've been to handling classes together, participated in two matches, and spent the last 6 months bonding with each other on many different levels.  As I try to reflect on this past Thursdays show with Hemi, I feel as though I am once again a 'dog show newbie'.  Apologies to my friend Karen for borrowing the name of her blog to describe this latest ATB adventure!  Speaking of which, it is a great blog and I completely relate to Karen's comment when she says "I was never that great a handler, between lack of coordination and stage fright. My hat's off to anyone who sticks with it."  This past Thursday was no exception for me, but Hemi was very forgiving.

Hemi's 6 month birthday fell on the same day as his introduction to dog shows. I entered him in Day One of a 4 day cluster known as the 'Breeders Circuit' in Fitchburg, MA.  I wanted to keep the experiences from his handling classes with Penny Cary at Finish Forward Studio, the Penobscot Valley Kennel Club Fun Match, and the York County Kennel Club Fun Match fresh and in front of him.  The show entries were minimal with 7 Brittanys to be exhibited, 2 of them would be dogs.  Perfect.  Hemi and I could go about this in a very calm manner.  It was to be all about Hemi. 

At 6 months of age, a puppy is still in the middle of various developmental stages especially in regards to socializing.  Really, the last thing I wanted was to appear over zealous at Hemi's expense by showing him if he was not mature enough.  When I observe pup in the ring that tucks their tail between their legs, back away from the judge, and/or lock up when the handler tries to move them in the ring I know that pup is not ready. The ring is not the place to train a puppy - that's my opinion. You may end up with a judge who is just great to show a very young puppy to.  But you may end up with a judge whose technique with pups leaves a lot to be desired.  Speaking of showing at the pups expense - is it worth it to take the chance if you do not know the judge in question?  Not to me.  Yet Hemi was ready. He was actually more prepared than I!

We are down to one vehicle at the moment.  For me to travel to Fitchburg meant literally leaving John at home.  And it meant that I would load and unload a vehicle I had never used by myself for a dog event. Please don't get me wrong when I say I do not like driving John's truck.  It is great for John! It is great for field events and the dog topper is awesome.  And I appreciated I even had something to drive.  But I like to be very organized when it comes to going to a show. Believe it or not, I do have a routine. 

When a show is coming up I print one of several show checklists.  I have one for day trips, one for weekend trips, one for RV dog show trips.  The list appears on the dining room table the week before the show and I gather things on my list, checking them off as I accumulate the items.  Although I do have tubs, totes, grooming kits etc. always ready to go I still need to go through EVERYTHING to be sure I haven't neglected to put something back in it's place.  Not that I need EVERYTHING at the show but you never know when you MIGHT need something. Most fellow exhibitors are happy to share a spritz of their grooming product or offer the use of their favorite blending shears but it's better to be prepared with your own favorites.  Wednesday night I had everything ready and packed.  Most important of all, I had a beautiful, freshly bathed and groomed little puppy to not only show, but to show off!

Thursday morning! Hemi's 6 month birthday and we were on the road by 7 a.m. for a 10 a.m. ring time. Typically I would have driven down and stayed overnight to avoid rush hour traffic but did not have that luxury this time. Not a problem.  That is, until I hit road construction about an hour out from the show site.  Not to mention the early morning commuters who seemed to ALL be having driving difficulties from my point of view.  Coffee. Give me Coffee. ATB runs on Dunkins - especially when it comes to dog shows. Hemi slept comfortably in his crate, right up until the road construction.  Then he was sick.  He puked. Although he had nothing in his tummy, he was sicker than a dog. Sick as a dog. Whatever. He was sick.

I took the wrong exit in the middle of rush hour traffic.  Hemi was sick. Hemi was barking and scratching.  I could not get Mandy to cooperate with GPS signal yet I could see we only had 15 minutes to ring time.  I've seen frustrated exhibitors rushing in at the last minute and soon, I would know what that felt like. For the first time. 

Driving into the already filled up parking lot I frantically looked for a place to unload. There were none.  I pulled the truck off to the side, opened up the tailgate and set up an impromptu grooming station. Right there. Little britches was drooling from being sick and visibly shaken. We both were. I contemplated whether it was worth it to try to show him so after getting him cleaned up we went into the building.  I would let Hemi be my guide, he would tell me and I would know.

I couldn't believe my eyes when the first person I ran into was Nancy Morabito, who co-owns Chevy, Hemi's father.  She was there with Hemi's competition, a handsome Brittany just needing a couple of single points to finish.  Nancy's sister was there too.  I must have looked as frazzled as I was feeling because she and her sister kindly and quickly helped me get my act together. And Hemi? This whole time he's just taking it all in stride and was particularly happy about the cushy royal blue carpet.  I know this because he lay down in the middle of the aisle doing a frog dog.  Nancy did ask me if I planned to take Hemi's coat off before showing. 

There was no time to lose, just as soon as I picked up my exhibitor number it was time to go into the ring.  Mints! I needed mints!  They work wonderfully to conceal the hormone that releases the scent of stress.  I also needed Hemi's treats which was dried partridge from birds John had shot over the adults this fall.  Couldn't find it - too bad - too late - had to go in with dried bits of who knows what.  It didn't matter. None of that mattered.  I was hot, I was roasting, I was sweating - someone turn down the heat! 

Suddenly, the stewards call.  "Number 9, male Brittany puppy, 6-9 months." Oh my goodness.  This is it.  Indeed.  It was.

For I looked down into the face of a wide eyed loving sweet little puppy, a puppy who came into my life 6 months ago and soon became mine.  A puppy stood there looking up at me, with trust and innocence, just as if to ask me what were we going to do next mom?  Where's my treats?  Do you want me to stand this way? Or do you want me stand that way? I'll back up for you if that's what you want?  I'll even wag my tail if it will make you happy!  You know, if you ask me I can speak to you, and sometimes I can make you laugh by sneezing. What do you want mom?  Just tell me? I'll do it for you. 

With new found pride and new found joy we went into the ring as a team that understood each other. Hemi was not aware at all of everything that I felt had gone wrong.  All Hemi knew was that we were together, doing something familiar to both of us yet in a brand new setting. And he liked that royal blue plush carpeting I was walking him out onto. I half wondered if he might just spread out and make himself at home.

The time in front of a judge is very brief but the concept of how long things actually take to happen become quickly skewed and distorted.  No matter how often I visualize what is supposed to take place, my mind often draws a blank when I'm there and it's as if I have never shown a dog before! 

With just one entry in the class, the judge only seemed to glance at Hemi when we went in and I never really had a chance to set him up properly. That's probably just as well, I knew he'd only stand still briefly and I needed some capital to work with!  The judge motioned to me to take him around the ring.  He looked up at me as if to say "I've got this covered" and off we went.

Hemi reminded me of handling his grandmother at the very first show I ever participated in, almost 5 years ago now. Chrissy taught me about a Brittanys movement the first time we gaited around the ring. Translated this means Hemi amazed me.  I quickly began to let the length of his lead out more and more so that by the end of the run he was out in front of me nearly on a loose lead. Wow. This was like power steering. No pressure. No dog in front. No dog in back. But he has moved with many other dogs in matches and in classes. 

So now it was time for the judges exam.  Dear Lord, please let Hemi remain still for this. Little britches gave me my window of opportunity to work with him.  I began to count to him just like I've been doing at home practicing a hard stack.  I've heard that you should be able to set up a dog in 5 seconds or less.  I don't know if that's true for a puppy but we did it!  And the judge was in a hurry to exam Hemi.  I presented him to the best of my ability and he made eye contact with me while I told him he was being a good boy. 

I learned that there are some dogs that like to be able to see you when the judge moves down their body to feel them, after looking into their mouth. By the way, Hemi had no problem with having his bite checked. I do prefer to lift the gums of my own dog and show teeth - it bothers me to think of the judges hands going from mouth to mouth when there are many dogs in a class.  After checking his bite I slowly moved from his side to the front where I could very gently cup his muzzle, praise him softly,and scratch his chin while the judge felt him all over and under. He didn't mind having his cookies examined to be sure there are two. 

Hemi's judge asked us to come into the middle of the ring and instructed us to go down and back.  Well, this was a little different.  Half way down Hemi decided he wanted play and gallop.  Rather than try to correct him I simply stopped and caught his attention.  When I had his focus again we continued on just fine.  Turning around, I walked with my back to the judge, keeping Hemi's attention until I knew he was on track again.  I was basically playing with him.  As Hemi and I approached the judge the 'Go see!' training from Penny paid off.  Hemi focused now on the judges face and seeing she had a friendly face decided to get up close and personal, happily wagging his tail.  Hemi won his first blue ribbon for that!

Then it was time to compete for Winners Dog and for the point. I'm being realistic when I say I had no great expectations for my Magnificent Obsession to defeat a seasoned show dog with all his major points. Nancy had been kind and said earlier well you never know!   I did know.  Not to mention once again I had a good case of nerves because I went back into the ring and headed to the wrong spot with Hemi!   

Even so, I was very proud of Hemi and it was really nice to be able to share his first show with Nancy.  That was an unexpected surprise and blessing.  The dog she was handling won the point. And little britches? Well he won Reserve Winners.  I enjoyed showing him, and he showed himself very well! 

It was great to hook up also with Phil Thayer at the show. He has a lovely year old liver and white girl who should do well.  If you know our dogs, you know there is a lot of Birch Spring Brittanys behind them which is Phil and Sherri's line. I'm glad to see them showing again.  He and Nancy go way back with their dogs. It was especially enjoyable to listen to their recollections and talk of Birch Spring glory days in the ring. 

Last but not least there was time to spend visiting with friends Kim Zuk and daughter Cindy.  Kim's recovering from knee surgery and I really felt bad for all she's going through. My prayers will be with her in hopes of a speedier healing.  Cindy showed their beautiful Beagles. We talked about the pups that Jasmine just had which are out of JackDog.  I said hello to several others, wished Linda and Kristen good luck at the upcoming Nationals and gleaned some grooming tips from Nancy. It was a pleasure to meet her sister who really gave me an extra hand when it was well needed. 

Headed home only to drive in the pouring rain.  The truck was an experience and we did get home safe and sound at the end of the day. Hemi's treat was a big long Bully Stick.  I like to get those for the dogs at the shows because it helps keep them content in the crate where a lot of time is spent out of necessity.  He chewed on it all the way home until he fell asleep. 

Okay Hemikens...little britches... Magnificent Obsession.  I am indeed once again and as so often (always) is the case, I am smitten. But we already knew that didn't we. 

As always, thanks for your interest in All things Brittany. Take care and God bless you and yours!  John, Ann, and our fun loving canine crew.

ATB: John's 1st Moose Story

I'm not writing from a hunter's perspective as I tell the tale about the first moose John has ever shot and killed.  I weave a story from the perspective of a wife and mother, who did not grow up in a hunting family but, as a grown up, became part of a hunting family.  It was at my father in laws side that I first learned how to shoot a gun, it was with my husband that I went on my first deer hunting trip (in our back yard in Eliot, Maine), and it is now as a grandmother I see the Short family tradition of hunting continue.

A native of Maine, John has put in for the moose lottery since it first began on July 15, 1980 (see article).  Quick calculations determine this means he entered 31 times. So for 31 years our family waited for the drawing to take place, only to learn time and again his name was not drawn.  Shooting his first deer at the age of 16, he has hunted every year with family and/or friends.  Very often he didn't even have to leave his back yard of 11 acres, or surrounding properties.  He hunted in a time when posting property was not a common occurrence but knocking on the door to your neighbors house to ask for permission to cross their land was.  Speaking of family, friends, and neighbors I just heard from one of John's best childhood friends who lived across the street from him.  'Jerre' told me his mother, who still lives there, really appreciates how our son John Jr. follows the same etiquette taught to him by his dad and grampa.

John and our son have traveled twice to St. Johns Bay, Canada on a group Caribou hunting trip together organized by John. Each of them were successful. They've also hunted big deer together in Illinois. Our son has traveled to Illinois, Michigan, and Anacosti Island in the Gulf of St. Lawrence all for deer.  He and his wife went on a moose hunting trip together to Newfoundland where he shot his first moose. (We babysat the two girls pictured above in their hunting gear who were just toddlers at the time.) As any parent knows you have to be fair in recognizing the talents of each child so suffice to say our daughter Maryann has also carried on the Short hunting tradition in the past. She shot her first deer when she was just 16 as well.  John has also enjoyed introducing our son in law David to hunting and they have gone together a couple of times locally.

I'm well aware of the anti-hunting campaign and also respective of people who just would prefer to enjoy their wildlife through photographs. But I'm also personally aware of how much shooting a deer or other game helps any family during the winter months.  It's also much healthier for you - how much more organic can you get?!


In Maine, you can apply for the moose hunting permit as early as January with the deadline sometime in May.  This year 3,205 permits were to be allocated in the states 28 Wildlife Management Districts (WMDs).  This was an increase of 65 permits from 2010.  Each WMD has a 'season date' to hunt.  There are areas which are more desirable to hunters.  And there are areas which are not.  But the chances for getting drawn for a more desirable area are much slimmer than that for others.  John knew this so he selected as one of his choices WMD zone 15.  A zone where only 25 permits would be drawn.  A zone whose furthest boundary was less than a 2 hours drive from home.  And it was the luck of the draw that gave John his very first opportunity to hunt for a moose in this zone.

The drawing was held in the middle of June at Cabala's.  Staci & Jessie, friends of our son and present at the time of the drawing, were the first to hear John's name had been drawn and let us all know.  AWESOME news and one very happy husband and family.

It's really neat to think of how everything came together. We know a lot of folks in the area and there are often reasons for spending time in zone 15.  But to the best of my knowledge it certainly wasn't known for a large moose population.  The day quickly approached, gear accumulated on the kitchen table, guns were sighted in, new ammo purchased, and more.  As John had not named an alternate it was to be a solo moose hunting excursion. Lots of tips and advice were discussed with friends and family including a road trip or two through the area prior to the date.  Just days before John was to hunt, a chance meeting with a friend of his brother (Fred) afforded what would prove to be extremely timely tips and advice.

Not a morning person. But you all know that. John however is and always has been - and especially so when it comes to opening day, an opening day that was for Maine residents only.  (BTW - we are not in favor of keeping the Maine resident's only opening day but that is another story.)  Through my sleepy haze I was aware that John was leaning over to kiss me goodbye before he left.  I told him to be safe, asked him if he remembered this that and the other things, and told him I loved him. It was about 4:45 a.m. (Never leave your loved ones without telling them you love them - never, ever...) 

John is a man who wakes up ready and raring to greet the day, to tackle it head on.  He is also always ready with a joke or to tease an unsuspecting victim. Sometimes I appreciate it, other times I don't.  And often I can't tell the difference. He is THAT good.  The phone rang shortly after 7 a.m. and when I heard John's voice on the answering machine I scrambled out of bed, displacing the Brittanys there with me.  He was saying something about his moose hunt being all over and I couldn't figure out what he meant.  I did not know if he was simply teasing. I kept saying 'what?! - what?! - really!? - no kidding?!'

John had arrived at the hunting spot he'd decided upon and remained in his truck catching a brief nap before the allotted time for hunting. When it was time he quietly got out of his truck and headed to the back where his gear was stored. Suited up with orange, armed with his gun, he slowly turned and was surprised to see several large figures moving in the distance. Adjusting his eyes to the light he drew up his gun to get a better look through the scope. And sure enough, there was 1 large bull, 1 large cow, and 2 smaller yearlings. John moved closer to get a better look and walked very slowly. I can only imagine his heart must have been pounding out of his chest !  I wasn't there in that moment but I can feel what it must have been like for him - after all these years of waiting, and because of all the times he'd hunted with his father, with our children, with his friends, and yes even with me.  How awesome a moment in time for John, one that he will remember for the rest of his life as will I.

John's a safe hunter and would only take a clear and clean shot without risk or chance.  And that's exactly what he did.  One shot, behind the shoulder and he thought he saw the big one disappear from sight.  John continued to watch the others. There was little reaction in the animals, the two younger ones seemed to be playing and the cow just kept on walking, watching John.  As he continued to approach the area where the bull was last seen something BIG caught his eye and sure enough, it was the rack of the bull moose that John had just shot, lying on it's side. 

After John's wake up call that his moose hunt was over I reached my son on his cell phone. He was already out in the woods in Eliot with his two oldest daughters.  He answered his cell in a whisper 'ma... did he get one?'   For some reason I also whispered and responded softly 'yes, he did, he just called.'  So that connection was made.  My next conversation was with John's brother - we were both ecstatic.  Then John and I touched base a few more times and he let me know what was going on. He had reached his brother's friend and it is here a shout out to the Dunnel family is warranted.  This Maine hunting family was all geared up for a day of deer hunting together and ready to head out.  When John contacted them to let them know he had shot his moose they immediately offered to come help. This was unexpected.  But they quickly showed up with their 4-wheeler and trailer. They all worked together to drag and load the moose so John could transport it to the tagging station and then bring it home. That is kindness and generosity one does not expect - thank you!!

During this time our family was talking back and forth, making plans and happily sharing the news about dads first moose - woo hoo!   John jr. and his family came over to our house to wait for the arrival of John and his moose.  When I saw his truck pull into the driveway I couldn't believe my eyes.  The first thing I did was race up to my husband and give him a great big congratulatory hug and kiss - and I had tears in my eyes... really.  I was just thrilled for him.  (The animal was beautiful, and I would be lying to say I do not experience a sadness to see such a majestic animal like that however thinning out the moose herd is necessary and putting food on the table is too.)  I was happy to see John's brother Fred pull into the driveway. (Maryann was very excited for her dad too but she was where she needed to be for her family and fulfilling Saturday commitments with her kids and her husband David.)

It was a full day for all of us but especially for John and his moose.  Plans to have the meat cut and prepared by family and friends fell through due to the Nor'easter which left nearly 2 feet of snow on the ground and power outages everywhere.  John's moose hung for a day and was then transported to a local cutter.  He weighed in at 706 lbs., his rack was 47" wide with 17 points.

One of the things that Maryann and I have commented on together was how much this would have meant to her grampa, which was John's dad.  The Shorts have always been a close family, long before I married John.  They have been a family of pride and tradition, of hard working men and women, people with strong values and with strong opinions. Folks with good hearts and giving ways.  I see it carried on in our son and our daughter. And hunting is as relevant to them as breathing.  It's just the way it is. Maryann and I reflected on how her grampa must have been looking down with so much love at John, and especially at seeing both of his sons together. I know how much it means to me when I see our whole family together, and maybe that's something to pass along as well.

REFLECTION
Things are changing in our world.  And sometimes you just have to get back to basics, whatever that happens to mean to you as an individual.  I know for our son that means returning to the same woods where he once walked not only with his dad, but also with his grampa.  He was like a little Daniel Boone when a little kid - and more than once I opened a skillet to see 'some' kind of local small game simmering, usually thanks to grampa.  He and Maryann use to play make believe hunting, and they would craft bows out of flexible willow branches and baling twine.  The stories go on and on. Sometimes you have to go back 'there'.  Speaking of which, most every fall our son returns to his first hunting grounds, sets up a tree stand and is there early in the morning on to wait and watch.  Most often he is successful. And now he brings our grandchildren there.  I have to say I really was blessed to learn he still asks the neighbors permission.  As Maryann suggested grampa was looking down and smiling about John's first moose yesterday, I wonder if our son John somehow senses a similar thing about grampa when he returns to hunt in Eliot.  Anyway, these are the things a mother tucks away in her heart.  Things I value and treasure.  I'm glad my daughter and I share a sensitivity to all of these family memories and reflections with each other.  And by the way, it was on our sons birthday when his dad shot the moose. 

We'll be looking forward to enjoying the "back strap" and the tenderloin from the moose.  Afterwards, my recipe books of game will be taken out of the cupboard again!  I can't wait.

Thanks for your interest in All Things Brittany, and as always take care and God Bless.  John,  Ann and ATB