Ah, to be a Ridgeback with owners who love to have fun with them! I just got these photos from Liz Druitt and the recent adventure of her two RRs - Henna Moon and Jad and Terry Matthews and her two - Major and Scout at the beach in Galveston, TX.
Scout and Major having a splashing good time.
Having a blast at the beach. Bet those pelicans crusing behind the dogs were entertained.
Major taking a break from all the fun.
Scout working off some of that endless puppy energy.
Jade finds a treasure under the water. Scout's paying close attention (or is wondering what the heck Jade is doing with her nose underwater!)
Off for another thundering run!
A group pose at the walkway - almost a perfect pose... of course, puppy looks like she couldn't resist a "chat". Can't you just imagine her saying "We had a great fun, didn't we?"
I have a persimmon tree that has a type of fruit that isn't sour when it's green. In fact, it tastes kinda like a apple. Savannah loves them, but she's 10 now and not as agile as she once was, but now she has a helper - Guy.
He watched her jump up and try to get a persimmon, so he did it, too. He likes pears, but doen't like the persimmons.... still likes to jump up and grab one though. Now, when Savannah wants one, she trots over to the tree, looks up, looks around and somehow summons Guy over there. He jumps up, nabs one, drops it and she gets it.
Guy jumping to get a persimmon.
Now Savannah gets to enjoy eating it.
Diva says, no thanks, I'll get my own!
Guy, the new pup, loves to carry things around in his mouth. As soon as I come back from running errands, he has to grab up a toy/bone/something to bring it to me.... sorta like a welcome home gift.
Lately, this gift giving has extended to night time, too. Whenever another dog goes out during the night, Guy goes with them. When they come back in, he has to grab something and "present" it to me... never mind that I'm asleep!
I often wake up to find several toys and bones in the bed that he has brought during the night. Occasionally, there's something icky, too - like last night when I touched something wet and sticky right next to my face. Eeuwww! It was a green persimmon. Could'da been worst, I guess.
I was going to wash a couple of loads of clothes today... I tried to get all the colored pants and shirts in one load, but it was just too many, so I dropped some out on the utility room floor to wait their turn.
Finally, I hear the machine stop and went and put those into the dryer. Then I started adding the clothes on the floor to the washer. Hmmmm, why did I leave out only 3 items? I could have sworn there was enough out for a full load.
Guy! Went and looked out the back door and there was the missing shirts and pants dotting the backyard, so out I went to collect them.
Seems like Guy ( the 6 month old pup) loves to carry things around in his mouth.... mostly his soft toys, but he also has an affinity for my clothes. Why he feels the need to take them outside through the dog door, I'll never know.
I have a vision of him taking a pair of pants into the yard, dropping them and saying "Be free, be free!".
On the weekend of 20-21st of July, I had Darla entered in the Houston shows. I really hate those shows! It's soooooo hot and the venue is not exhibitor friendly... you have to pay for crating space and if you aren't there early, you have to park in Timbuktu and hike to the entrance in the stifling heat and wind up looking like a dead daisy.
But, that's the only place around to find majors in RRs, so I went. I did manage some fun out of it though.. I first went down towards Galveston to Terry and Mark Matthews home to spend the first night and take them their new puppy - Scout.. the Border Collie in a Ridgeback body. Oh, they are gonna have fun with her... bet she's gonna be a great agility dog with all that drive and energy.
Terry is currently fostering some kittens and Scout had never met a cat... boy, she was facinated and provided us with tons of laughs.
Friday was the first show... Darla wasn't thrilled to be there... probably bad memories of being out with a handler who tried to starve a win into her... ( a long and mean story). I think the judge liked her, she just wouldn't happy up.
Saturday, Darla won... one major out of the way. A whole crowd of well wishers were there and afterwards we hiked all over the shopping venue that is a big part of the shows there.. kinda the shopping mecca for dog folks. Sure was glad to get back to Liz's and put my feet up and rest.
Sunday wasn't Darla's day either.... the judge liked longer bodied dogs.. that's okay, at least we got one major under our belt... now one to go.
Picked up Guy, who has been at Glen's in Houma, on the way back... He has turned into quite a handsome pup. Here he is the day after his 6 month birthday... He's still learning about stacking and showing, so standing somewhat still is a good thing!
Of course, Major was raised around cats and knows not to harm them... unlike his mother, Diva, who thinks cats are prey.
When you are breeding show dogs, not all pups in a litter are show quality, even if they have a "show ridge", no kinks and a minimum of white. Structure, movement and attitude play a large part.
Then there is the bane of RRs - the dermoid sinus, a genetic defect in RRs that is linked to the ridge factor. It's in ALL Ridgebacks, so don't be conned by someone saying their dogs never have sinus... what they mean is they've never had one YET.
I'm bummed out because I found one in my potential show puppy. So tiny that it eluded me in the early days, but now that it's had time to "fill up", I could finally find it. I didn't find it until Friday and had it removed on Monday. So, she will be going to a great pet home within two weeks.
Hers was located on the neck, but they can be found usually anywhere between the head and beginning of the ridge and from the end of the ridge down the tail. Rarely, but possible, is a DS found in the ridge itself. You can read more about it on my page about the DERMOID SINUS.
Here's a post surgery photo of the location:
Yesterday was our club picnic, held at a club member's home. They have a lake and it being July in Alabama - it was HOT! The dogs had a ball playing in the lake and keeping us amused.
I took Scout with me for socialization. When we first arrived, she didn't know what to think but soon got into the swing of things. She could have cared less about where I was, she was having a ball becoming a swimmer and chasing after the Border Collies and trying to grab them by the tail.