Happy Birthday John! / Treasure: Is She or Isn't She?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN!
Today is John's 50 'something' birthday and we celebrated it together and although very busy, it was still relatively quiet. Tomorrow the family will be over for cake and ice-cream. I baked his favorite cake today which is chocolate with peanut butter frosting. His mother always made it for him and so have I. I believe that his brother also traditionally has that and our son considers it his favorite too. After a winter with very few snowstorms we have now had several storms in a row. A snow or ice storm always adds up to extra work for John as he spends a lot of time plowing, shoveling, and snow blowing. He takes care of our yard and also makes sure our neighbors are all set too. I love how he plows paths around the yard and then blows trails as part of his clean up. There is a purpose in that it makes it easier to get around to the garage, the kennel, and to the bird pens. But I think he really does it so the crew can have an amazing area to run freely around. And they do! I "took" John to dinner at Teds Fried Clams and we enjoyed our respective meals there. When we came back home all of the dogs enjoyed themselves running and playing. We have one girl still in season here so the running times are segragated for the time being. I'd like to thank everyone for the many birthday greetings expressed electronically for John or who called, those things mean a lot. He took the time today to call his niece in Kentucky as he was worried about his family there. All was well but guess the family spent the day in the basement of their house as tornado warnings surrounded them. The day has come to an equally quiet end and John sits relaxing in his chair surrounded by several of the Brittanys. Including Miss Treasure.

January 2011

TREASURE HOUSE / DOG ROOM / GROOMING AREA
I have been making several trips back and forth to the dog room (the Treasure House).  The grooming area will be rearranged to make room for a private whelping area.  Checking my supplies and making lists. John and I have decided that pups would be due mid-April if she is indeed pregnant. And you KNOW I'm going to hold out with a formal declaration for quite awhile longer. But I do look at her closely all the time now. I am looking for the most subtle changes in her behavior, body, appetite and even sleeping patterns. Am I noticing anything different? Well, you know how that goes - I WANT to see things so I need to be careful not to conjur up imaginative happenings. We have friends who are confident with calling a pregnancy very early on. Others who will not spill the beans until the pups have arrived. Actually, that's a little bit of what I like to do. We will be working closely and privately with those who are awaiting a pup from this litter. They were notified the moment Treasure had first blood and also when she and Bullet first tied. Speaking of which, I was so happy that Julie could be here for a couple of the times when Bullet was with Treasure. It may sound funny to those not accustomed to the world of dog breeding, but we maintain a photographic file of each actual mating of our dogs. We were told to do this years ago by the Prides who certainly have the experience to support the reasoning. We also require this when working with stud dog owners ourself. This way everyone has the actual proof that the breeding between the exact two animals did occur. It also helps us in regards to our policies where we ask for deposits as soon as a breeding does occurs, we have the evidence when it has. You may already know the story but there was once an embarassing moment in regard to these "X-rated" photos. Sometimes I like to have a slide show playing on my computer when we have family get togethers throughout the year. There is a right and a wrong way to set this slide show up of course. The right way is to point to the specific file with the family photos. The wrong way is to set it up so it points to random photos.

PERSONALITY CHANGES? Treasure is a very affectionate Brittany, she is also tuned into 'me' more than some of the others and vice versa. With Treasure I have learned it is to her advantage for me to then become more in tune to her needs very, very early on in an anticipated pregnancy. Typically her non-pregnant temperament would be considered as the funloving, sanguine and the peaceful phlegmatic. Her pregnant temperament on the other hand becomes more melancholy and even choleric. She becomes much more serious about everything, she does not push the envelope in regards to getting her own way.

I realize these are traits that are intended to define human behavior and I am not an advocate of anthropomorphism. Even so years ago I read a wonderful book called "Personality Plus" which helped me tremendously concerning the different interactions we all have with the people around us. These traits I loosely attribute to Treasure here are gleaned from the insight of that book which include these definitions for humans:

• Choleric: This is the commander-type. Cholerics are dominant, strong, decisive, stubborn and even arrogant.
• Melancholy: This is the mental-type. Their typical behaviour involves thinking, assessing, making lists, evaluating the positives and negatives, and general analysis of facts.
• Sanguine: This is the social-type. They enjoy fun, socialising, chatting, telling stories - and are fond of promising the world, because that's the friendly thing to do.
• Phlegmatic: This is the flat-type. They are easy going, laid back, nonchalant, unexcitable and relaxed. Desiring a peaceful environment above all else.

 So... I must really know Treasure very very well to even begin to define her temperament in these terms. I also am forced to admit that there is a need for me to yield oh so slightly to the urge to avoid anthropomorphism altogether!

PIPPIN YIELDS TO TREASURE?
What is interesting lately in all of this mix is the interaction between Pippin and Treasure. Pippin is a pushy little bitch (remember it's okay to use this word - she's a female dog). Without making it obvious (unless you know her) she'll push everything aside, out of the way to get as close as she possibly can physically get to me (or to John). This usually results with the other dogs just letting her have her way, why bother. Pippin loves belly rubs and to get a belly rub a dog must stretch out completely on their back and take up the whole length of whatever space is available to them. It also means getting as close as she can to the human she's deemed to be her belly rubber. Not so lately when it come to Treasure though. Pippin seems to 'prefer' Treasure over her own dog self. Sounds crazy, I know that. But while Treasure is in the background, wanting very much to be near me or near John, she won't really push her way in. I've noticed Pippin watching Treasure and then suddenly jumping out of the way, to the floor or to the other side of the bed (thanks Pip). When she does, Treasure graciously moves in to where Pippin was. Isn't that something?

DOG VOMIT COMETH - I HOPE!
I am on the lookout for dog vomit. Not just any dog vomit. Not from just any dog. It must be yellow and frothy, maybe even a little bile like but definitely with a yellow tinge. I want to see this from Treasure and I want to be certain when I see this it is her. Have I totally grossed you out now?! Pregnant female dogs get morning sickness just like pregnant women do. Sometimes it is just once. Other times it may last a few days. It may be accompanied by lack of appetite or even a little lethargy. But it is one of the tell tale signs for me that we most likely will have a pregnancy to announce soon. It usually happens @ the 3rd - 4th week. John and I both get very excited about this event! (Some would say 'get a life'. Well we do have a life, it's a wonderful one actually!) I remember coming back from a Maine Animal Welfare Advisory Council Meeting once, pulling into the driveway and John was on the front steps waiting. Waiting to tell me the good news - that there had been dog vomit. The yellow and frothy, a little bile like with a yellow tinge vomit.

MORE PHYSICAL SIGNS
Now the other physical thing which is somewhat reliable is watching the ribcage. At about 35 Days I expect to see, sometimes overnight, a significant expansion of the ribcage because that's the area where all those little puppies are tucked up under. Momma dogs ribcage will show this. And then, depending upon how many pups she is carrying, her abdomen begins to look lower. The teats of some dams change early, and for others not until later. It is impossible to confirm a pregnancy by the presence or absence of milk. This is because in the case of false pregnancy - the mammary glands will fill with milk. One thing I will do though is make sure momma dogs teats are well cared for and kept clean. I wash them frequently with warm soapy water, dry them gently with a rough wash cloth, and then apply bag balm. BEFORE pups are born. I also trim the hair around the nipples the closer we get to the due date. Most of her tummy hair will shed in it's entirety and this will usually begin at about 42 Days. So that's another important clue for me - when I am rubbing her belly and hair begins to fall out in my fingers. I do not give my expecting mothers frequent baths, I don't think it's safe to do that.

A TOUGH QUESTION
John and I realize that we are very fortunate to be able to devote so much time to our Brittanys.  It hasn't always been like that.  In the early years we only had the 3 and then eventually just Hunter. When he was born it was in the summer and I was home.  But it was many years until we were in a situation to be a multiple dog family like we are now. Before John retired a few years ago we were very limited to the amount of time we could devote to dogs. It's much different now with both of us at home.  We have time for our dogs along with time for family and friends, and for our other interests. This is our lifestyle choice. And we understand and have experienced the reality of how much time must be afforded to prepare for a litter of pups.  It is not a piece of cake. Each pregnancy is diferent even in the same animal   A good friend and I met for breakfast at a local restaurant one summer morning in past years. She is 'in Brittanys' as I am. She is not a breeder but she's been very successful with her dogs in the sport of Agility and has finished one of her dogs as a show champion. She's someone I highly respect and enjoy the times we can spend together - which are rare! Anyhow, we were talking about legislative stuff and all the restrictions being placed on breeders and dog owners. My friend shared something with me which will resonate within me for the rest of my life. Someone she knows had told her that anytime a dog breeder makes a decision to breed one of their valuable bitches, with the best of the best, all health clearances in place, even if it's the breeding you've waited your whole life to do - you must ask the question "are the resultant puppies from this planned breeding worth risking the mother's life for?" So, ever since I heard that - I look at my girls here, and consider and consider and reconsider and consider again - how can I answer that question truthfully? How do I answer that question honestly? How can I look into the eyes of one like Treasure and even FATHOM or comprehend such a question? I have to be able to know why we have bred her, what we hope to accomplish or achieve by doing so, and know where our breeding program is headed as a result of it. This is especially relative with the breeding of Bullet & Treasure, our very first breeding back into our own line. I know the answers to most of those questions I just wrote about. But - NOTHING... nothing is worth losing Treasure. And I'm not willing to put her at any risk for any reason at any time during her anticipated pregnancy. (I know breeders who have lost their momma dogs during or shortly after birth. I have heard of orphaned litters. And last year we came close to losing Molly shortly after she'd delivered 6 healthy puppies. It's a sombering thought.)

I AM NOT WILLING
So, this night as John's official birthday comes to an end, we still look forward to an extended celebration tomorrow. And I have had to make some hard decisions the past few weeks about friends coming to visit here with or without dogs. I will have to make some more in the near future. Am I overprotective? Maybe a little. Am I justified? Absolutely. When visitors come Treasure gets so happy and excited and she jumps, and she sings and she's just beside herself with joy. When she's not in whelp that is not a problem.  When she is in whelp (or possibly in whelp) it is a problem.

 I know there's breeders and there's kennels where the dog is bred, the pregnancy happens, the pups arrive and they are there for the breeder to discover in the morning on the day they were due. Happens all the time they say. Take a look at the animals in the wilderness for example. Leave them alone. They'll be allright. Maybe. But am I willing to take the risk? No. And no. We were responsible to put Bullet with Treasure on the day we knew she was most likely to stand for him, to be bred. Resultant pups will be born because we made the decision we wanted them. Bullet and Treasure had no choice. This is a big step away from the warm and fuzzy part which I will share in the weeks to come. But for now, these serious things I had to share. Because this is my serious reality. We love our dogs for all the right reasons. They love us. We will always do the very best by them and for them. And they will do the same for us. I look at my girl who is lying over there behind me on the couch. All the others are bedded down and John has taken a couple to bed with him (Happy birthday John as I sit and write!!!) But there is Treasure. She simply 'is'. A beautiful treasure. Good night and God bless you - and as always thank you for your interest in All Things Brittany - John, Ann, Treasure and the crew

Remembering Hunter: July 6, 1990 - February 25, 2003

"More than words: observing the manifestation of pure delight and ecstacy as it emerges through every muscle, joint, and fiber of a Brittany's being as they freely and simply run with all their heart, exhibiting the reality of pure joy!"  Ann H. Short, All Things Brittany



The loss of a pet is always a difficult experience. No matter how old the animal is, when they are gone our hearts are left with such a deep void where we greatly long for them.  I'm not trying to minimize or even remotely compare the value of a humans life to that of an animal. Rather, I am simply trying to find a way to express in my own way the sense of loss that we all feel, especially regarding the death of a dog, and more specifically of course that of a Brittany dog.

I grew up with all kinds of animals in my life as both parents loved them dearly.  My friends and I shared that same love for our beloved pets and I can remember the names, not only of my own, but of many of theirs through the years of childhood and into adulthood.  This love of animals continued when John and I were married and also throughout our years of raising a family. It remains strongly here today.

Recently there have been discussions about the reality of what the next 10 years or so will bring in regards to our Brittany crew here.  As owners of mulitple dogs and also as hobby breeders there are many, many Brittanys in our heart and our lives.  We have shared the sadness with others who have contacted us after a recent loss of their own.  Some of our strongest friendships in recent years truly have come about through such a loss.  The emails, phone calls, inquiries and visits with people who are trying to decide if they want another Brittany after the loss of one they loved deeply cause a very special bond to develop, and a bond I highly value and treasure.  When I cry with a total stranger and shed tears with them about such a loss, it is because in my heart of hearts I so clearly remember these times when dogs I have loved as if were not only yesterday, but right now in this moment in time. 

I'm a Believer with a capital B and a subject which does often arise is whether or not an animal has a soul, and will we see them in heaven.  I know my Bible and I understand what it has to say on the subject of the 'beasts of the fields' of the 'lesser creatures' and how 'mankind' has dominion over the animals.  To get into this discussion on a theological level would never be a pretty thing to do with me. But to get into this discussion based on what my heart knows to be true, what I have experienced here at ATB, and the very private sadness shared with me by others concerning death - that is a discussion I am always ready for.

And so it is this week as I shed tears anew about the very first puppy from our very first litter of Brittany pups.  If you've followed our story you may remember that I did not even WANT a Brittany back in 1986. Our children were 11 and 8 years old, we had a lovely 11 year old Golden Retriever/Lab cross and another dog was not in my future - or at least I thought.  John was working fulltime, the kids were involved with all kinds of sports and activities and no matter how well intentioned they were - the full time care of a dog rested in my hands.  But John had always wanted a Brittany and he managed to persuade the kids that they wanted one too.  So the story goes, John was in touch with the Prides in Windham, Maine who knew about a Brittany out of their FC Pride & Joy Buschman belonging to Linda (now Triumphant Kennels) that was being leased somewhere by someone in Maine.  The family headed off in the mini-van one Sunday to return home several hours later with a breed of dog I had never even seen before. My mind was made up that my heart would be closed to this Brittany that was a result of a family mutiny on mom.  That lasted about 1 minute.  Cricket an absolutely beautiful bouncy liver and white Brittany flew around the room and then jumped up into my lap and began kissing my face.  That was enough to open my heart not only to her, but to a lifetime of happily ever after with Brittanys!  Eventually John knew that he wanted to add another Brittany to our family.  You know how it is, they are like Lay's potato chips - you can't have just one!!!  In 1988 Freckles, out of Apple Valley lines, came to join our life.  He was a beautiful orange and white boy.  I had not yet started bird hunting yet but John and our son enjoyed hunting with them both. And by now I was totally sold on 'all' things Brittany.  We did lose our Sandy dog to a stroke with canine dimentia following, something which really tore us up because she came to us a fluff ball when Maryann was just a wee toddler.

In July 1990 we had our first litter of Brittany pups and they consisted of 5 beautiful males.  Cricket gave birth at home but due to complications the vet made a house call and brought her to the animal hospital where my parents had always gone with their Boston Terriers. I didn't realize the business had changed hands with all new doctors. Otherwise I never ever would have let her go. The bumbling idiots took Cricket in for an emergency c-section but made her labor all night long instead. They called us on the phone and said there were 6 live pups remaining according to the x-ray (5 had been born). They had not taken them by c-section!  By the time we went to the hospital they had performed the surgery but way too late - and all 6 were stillborn.  I'd be happy to share the name of this incompetent vet privately for they are still in practice in the Newington/Portsmouth NH area.  Sweet Cricket and her puppies were healthy and that was the most important thing but there is no excuse for negligence.

The pups were spoken for well in advance but the only problem was to decide which 1 we wanted to keep. As is often the case, that pup made himself known to us.  And Cricket's Hunter 'Brown' became ours. We stayed in touch with those families over the years. Recently we heard of one pup from that litter that had lived to the age of 16 and enjoyed hunting in the Greenville, Maine area almost to the end.  Back then - the same preference for bird hunting families.

Hunter had a wonderful life with us and brought so much fun and enjoyment to us.  In just the same way as John hunts with several Brittanys today, so he did back then.  Hunter was hunted with his parents who  parents eventually passed on.  Lots of family trips to Greenville Maine where we stayed at Casey's Wilderness Camps on Moosehead Lake.  I enjoyed staying back at the cabins or at the campsite with Maryann.  Eventually both Johns would take off for a weekend together and enjoy some good bird hunting.  One highlight of Hunters 'adolescence' was when Maryann would put her rollerblades on and have Hunter pull her down the middle of the street!  So much for my attempt at training him to heel!  We lived close to the school and there was no leash law then. Hunter would sit outside of the playground and watch 'his' kids at play.  Or he'd go sit on the porch at the corner store enjoying the attention of people coming and going.  And Hunter would also enjoy an occassional ride home from the local realtor in her Lincoln.  Life was a little bit different no so long ago.

Kids grow up and grow away while parents work full time.  And dogs who once were the light of the life for those young children suddenly grow older with other interests and the dogs begin to slow down. They are happy for the moments that are given to them to be with their owners, and their owners are grateful for the unconditional love their dogs give. So necessary for both owner and dog to give and receive as much love as possible.  So, so necessary. I always knew how much Hunter loved me. He also knew how much I loved him.  I 'retired' from my job in Hunter's senior years. We both came down with Lyme Disease the same year. Our lives changed in so many ways, both of our children had lives of their own and we had our first grandchild.  I loved that time at home with Hunter and he loved it with me.

The summer of 2002 was a tough one for Hunter. I had a beautiful English Cottage Garden which was a joy to tend to in the early morning. Just outside of the garden which was enclosed with a classic white picket fence, there was an old unclaimed apple tree which always created an abundance of shade throughout the years. Picnics, storytime, and lazy summer naps in the swing were frequent occurances.  You'd think an old Brittany dog would prefer to sleep in the coolness of the shade during the summer.  But no, instead Hunter would amble over to where I was gardening and plop himself down in the corner - to be near to me.  That was enough to make me stop what I was doing and call Hunter to me so we could walk up together to where the apple tree offered it's shade. Spending time with him was more important than pulling any stupid weeds. I enjoyed taking him for a ride down to beach so he could poke around. Even so, there was a nagging type of tugging at my heartstrings, telling me something I didn't want to hear. I watched him struggle in the heat more than ever before.  13 is young for a Brittany.  But 13 was to be the number of his years.  One afternoon in particular I remember looking at Hunter resting and I walked over to him.  He didn't want to go up under the apple tree, he wanted to lay in the warmth of the sun.  I don't know why but I told him "okay Hunter, this is where you will be laid to rest when it's time, I promise."

Summer turned into fall, turned into winter and that day came when he lost all dignity and control of himself. As much as I could not bear the thought of Hunter's passing, I did not want to cause him to linger here while the quality of his life was suffering.  For him to walk across the floor and struggle with his breathing, yet look at me with his pleading eyes. The meds he was taking would prolong his life, but also potentially prolong his suffering.  It would make me feel wonderful to do all we could for him, but would it make him wonderful?   Could we do more medically for him?  I think we all ask ourselves that in these situations and we do what we feel is best based on the age of the animal, the quality of life, the hope for full recovery, and the well being and integrity of the dog itself.

It's so fresh in my mind this week because this is the 9th 'anniversary' of Hunter's crossing over to the Rainbow Bridge. And I still would give anything to look into those beautiful loving eyes of Hunter, to see his wagging tail, hear his woof woof, and watch him roll over for a cookie.  He never slept in the bed with us - but when John left for work, he'd jump up there with me.  He never went on the furniture when we were home - but you'd drive by our house and see him peeking out the window over the top of the couch.  I miss him even with all the wonderful Brittanys that we share our life with - Hunter still is very much a part of 'me'. He always will be.  I know in the years to come that Hunter, Timber along with Sandy and others will all be waiting at what is known among pet owners as the Rainbow Bridge to greet those other Brittanys in our life as time passes on. Do pets go to heaven? The Bible is silent on this issue.  Our hearts are not.

As always, God bless you and yours - John, Ann, and All Things Brittanys

ATB: Hi, I'm Ranger !

Hi there, my name is "Ranger" and I will turn 4 months old in just a few days.  I live in New Hampshire with my owners (and my breeders) Kim & Tom.  My 'mom' Jasmine, grand-dam Aspen and grand-sire Charlie live there too. I am pretty spoiled and loved very, very much.  My dad is "JackDog" from the ATB family of close working gundogs at J & A's Brittanys in Acton, Maine. I have a whole bunch of brothers and sisters on both sides and get to enjoy spending time with all of them.  My owners are good friends with my dad's owners and breeders too.  This whole ATB thing really is like having one big family. 

When I was born Ann said that I looked just like my dad, Jack.  She still thinks I look a lot like him but there's a lot of my really pretty mother in me. All I know is there is usually a lot of picture exchanging going on and I think I look like - ME!  Anyway, the most important thing is that I've had a chance to get out and enjoy some real bird exposure this winter - the weather has been great.  I'm going to be a bird finding machine just like my dad and my mom.  And, I'm going to give it a try in the ring.  Kim and me have been going to handling classes together.  I consider myself very blessed (Ann always uses words like that for some reason) to be living where I am.  One way or another, everything worked out for me to stay right where I am. Although Kim had plans to deliver me to John and Ann's on Christmas morning as a very special present!  I am a very special present though and I love Kim and Tom very much. I've also enjoyed getting to know my older sister "Bella". 

Life is good and when I am old enough I'll be testing for hunting titles and also giving showing a try.  Speaking of showing, my Uncle Bullet is doing really really well and pretty soon he won't have to go to any more dog shows 'cuz he'll be a show champion. I am not sure what the big fuss is all about yet but my grampa Charlie has told me a little bit about it. I really love him too and I try to be a very good puppy at home because Charlie is getting to be pretty old. I also have another really special friend in my life and that's Cindi.  She's friends with Ann too!

Well, that's about all I have to say for now but I'm sure you'll be hearing more about me in the weeks and months to come. Hope those of you in New England with Brittanys are enjoying the fantastic training weather and have good strong flying birds!  It's just so much fun to be a little puppy and get such a head start on what life is all about for a Brittany.  Puppy love and kisses,  "Ranger"

J & A's Brittanys: Grampa's Training Assistants

(Note: Before playing, pause embedded Play List.)

An enjoyable visit from two of our grandchildren over their school vacation resulted in a fun time out in the field with some of the ATB crew! Callum and Alana had fun practicing training techniques that "Grampa" uses with our Brittanys. Each dog is at a different stage in their training so we were able to really let the kids take an active role, who also have a Brittany of their own. Times like this are so important to us although they are rare indeed. Not only do they strengthen very special relationships and weave memories for all of us, but serve also to pass on what we believe to be an important legacy for our family. Two of our older grandchildren, Brook and Nova, have also done a lot of field training with us and in fact participated in a youth field trial with the Central Maine Brittany Club in 2011. John and I enjoy sharing videos like this that involve our family, not only for the fun and entertaining part of it, but because it also provides a way for us to review what each of the Brittanys does at various stages. Speaking of which, we've noticed lately that when running Molly she seems to have a slight loss of hearing as well as diminished eye sight. It doesn't matter to her though - she will go out and run around, looking pretty, perform according to the 'script' then come bounding back to us for praise and approval - which of course is always awaiting each of our dogs. Although not obvious in the video, I am actively involved with the training on a regular basis - that is when I'm not trying to capture the activity on video. I like to mention the training we do here is not for competitive purposes. It has more to do with keeping the instincts alive and well within our breeding program, and everything to do with enjoying our Brittanys for their original purpose. In other words, there's no hype here and as an artisan friend of ours likes to say about her own work: we do what we love and love what we do. With pups hopefully coming in April - you can bet we're going to go into the field with their relatives to demonstrate what their potential is. But the most important thing of all is always - the love of the dog both given and received... and this has been a winter to give, love, and receive abundantly!
God bless you always, John, Ann and All Things Brittany.

ATB: 2012 Mid Winter Training Continues

(This is a Music Video. Mute playlist in right column before viewing.)

Simply Said - We do what we love and love what we do.
It is clear the dogs feel that way as well.   Hope you enjoy this video of mid-winter training as John works on  steadying to flush with the Brittanys from our breeding program.  A most amazing winter here in Maine has afforded us ample opportunities to enjoy days afield with our crew here as well as extended ATB family!

ATB: 2012 Breeding Program Announcement

2012 Breeding Announcement - Bullet & Treasure

It is with great joy that we announce the breeding between

J & A‘s High Caliber Harris Special JH (Bullet)

and

 J & A‘s Dreams Come True of Acton (Treasure).

This pairing merges, for the first time in our program, the established close working gundog lines which we have remained focused upon building over the years.

Pedigree and additional information is located on the Maine Brittany Site at this brand new page:

http://mainebrittanysitejas.com/Bullet--and--Treasure-Pup.php

Happy Valentines Day !

Rest In Peace Louie

"LOUIE"

January 8, 2011  - January 26, 2012

It is with a heavy heart that John and I, along with Tom and Kim share the sad news that Louie ( Jasmine & Jack’s son born w/ sisters Bella & Molly and brother Remington) was unfortunately hit by a car early Thursday morning and lost his life. This has come way too soon in his young life. Louie was just 1 year old. Our hearts are deeply saddened. A very special little boy who will be forever in all of our hearts. Our deepest sympathies are with his family. As breeders, Tom and Kim always kept us up to date about Louie, from the moment he was born, to his puppy development with them, to when he went home with his wonderful new owners, through his antics the first year, training, achievements, and his first bird just a couple of months ago.  We 'knew' Louie very well and loved him.  I know the pain we feel however is little in comparison to how his family feels.  He will be with many ATB friends at the Rainbow Bridge, this is true but the reality of this loss, of such a young puppy is devastating.  Timberdoodle, I know you will welcome him there and introduce him to Hunter, Cinamon Rose Harris, Spooky, Doc, Chester, Jessie, and so many others.... xoxoxoxox



Brittany Birthday Wishes / Just Sayin

8 Beautiful Brittany Puppies & Their Lovely Mother
(please pause the PlayList before viewing)

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