Archives for December 2011

Part Of The Pack

As of today, Canyon has been with us for two years. He fits into our family so well, it feels as though he has been with us forever.

I can’t believe how much he has matured over the past two years.

This year started out a little rough with the news that he has scarring on his retinas and therefore cannot breed, but Canyon has shown us that there is so much more to him than his looks and temperament.

Even though we will not be breeding our golden boy, Huib has entered Canyon into a three day conformation show December 27th until the 29th. I’m not sure how they’ll do since Kitchener is golden retriever central, but Kelly and Canyon’s co-breeder are coming to watch so, I know it will end up being a lot of fun no matter what. So far we have bought a hair dryer, tan slip collar (the only style we’ve been able to find) and a hunter green leash. We still need to get a new comb for his show kit and probably a really fun toy for a reward, but we’ve got time to find those. Canyon’s co-breeder has also been giving us some tips on how to groom him, so hopefully that part will go well.

It’s taken us two years to get him into the show ring, but we’ve done it! Even if he doesn’t end up with any points at the end of the three day event, we’ll be able to connect with other breeders and receive some advice on how to better our chances at receiving points in the future. According to the rules and regulations of the Canadian Kennel Club, Canyon needs to accumulate ten points in total. From what I understand, the points need to come from three different judges and he has to win at the breed or group level at least once (if I am wrong, please do not hesitate to correct me in the comments section). Dr. b wants us to neuter him by the age of five in order to avoid testicular and prostate cancer, so we’ve got two years to get his Canadian Championship title.

Candyman, it has been a wonderful two years so far, I can’t wait to see what the future has in store.

Pictures with Santa

Today we took the four dogs to get their pictures done with Santa. The money was going to a local rescue group so we thought it was a great opportunity to get some cute pictures.

Canyon was probably the best poser of all four dogs. He did exactly what Huib asked him to do and even gave us a smile to go along with it. aspen was also smiling, but she took a little more effort to get into place.

The labs were not so eager or easy to pose with the Jolly old fellow. they weren’t afraid of him, but they were also not interested in sitting beside him while there were tons of other dogs and wonderful smells to investigate.

Rogue The Jester

According to my Google searches – “Jesters are all about fun…reawakening the fun-loving spirit in everyone”.

Sure sounds like a good description for this little caramel puppy, don’t you think?

8 Months Old

RLR’s Babe In Total Control (aka Rogue) is 8 months old today!

It’s hard to believe that just six months and three days ago Huib and I laid eyes on our little caramel hurricane for the first time.

Here are 8 things I love about Rogue:
1. I love the noises Rogue makes when she’s stretching, unhappy about something or just wanting us to know she’s there. They aren’t noises that a typical dog makes, but more of a noise you’d expect from a human, bear or sometimes even a cow lol!
2. I love the way she shivers from nose to tail in excitement, when she’s asked to “wait” and is trying really, really hard not to move.
3. I love the way Rogue teases Canyon. She’ll grab his toy and take off running through the house so that he will chase her.
4. I love the fact that Rogue will play tug with Cessna. The two of them will get so vocal and animated trying to win. Cessna loves having another lab to play tug with since playing with the goldens, just isn’t the same.
5. I love the way Rogue shakes her stuffed toys and growls at them.
6. I love the way Rogue gets so excited when she knows it is time to get up and tries smothering us with kisses.
7. I love the fact that Rogue does nothing like a “typical” puppy. She never followed the pack, she climbed enclosures that should have kept her contained, she wrestled with the big dogs from day one and she has never been interested in pleasing anyone.
8. I love the fact that Rogue makes her opinions known. When she was spayed, the vet asked us to come pick her up over four hours early because she was crying and screaming in the back and they had to assign a staff member to sit with her. Or when we are driving in the truck and she is with the others in the back and cannot get to us, she will start making her moaning and groaning noises in protest.

It has been a very adventurous six months so far. I can’t wait to see what the next six months has in store for us all with our little caramel family member.

So for now, Happy 8 Month Birthday to Rogue and her siblings – Josie, Ruby, Snickers, Cody, “Flower” and “Coal”!

Roagie The Red Nosed Reindeer

Is really hoping her friends won’t laugh and call her names…

Oh, the embarrassment one must endure being a member of the ruled by paws gang 🙂

Tis The Season For Shopping

Over the past week, we’ve had the opportunity to get Cessna and rogue out shopping. Cessna isn’t the most excited shopper, but Rogue is always enthusiastic about seeing new places and to meet new people.

Rogue’s shyness and odd reactions to people seems to have resolved itself – which is a relief! She was startled briefly by a man’s suit jacket – it sort of moved weird above her head – and by a tablecloth – it swished unexpectedly – but after a few minutes of Huib showing it to her, she was no longer showing any nervousness.

Here are a couple of pictures from our day in Timmins.

We haven’t really gotten too much of our Christmas shopping done yet. Every time we go somewhere, we always seem to end up buying more things for ourselves than for others. In Timmins Huib bought me two polar fleece sweaters for my birthday and I bought a really, really cute brown corduroy stuffed reindeer for Canyon and pink corduroy rabbit for Rogue. Huggle-Hound makes these really cute corduroy animals that squeak, crinkle, grunt and have dangly limbs for shaking. Aspen really likes soft stuffies so we got her a little gingerbread woman that squeaks and Cessna likes toys she can tug and shake, so we got her a rubber ball thing that has long nylon ribbons that go through it. In addition to these things, we got a few other toys that were on sale at Costco and Pet Smart to put into their stockings, but we haven’t decided who will get what yet lol! I have also put together a list to order from Pet Edge because I want to get Cessna and Rogue a Premiere Easy Walk Harness like canyon has and they are like half the price through the website, compared to what we will pay in a store here. of course there are toys on the list as well, since it just wouldn’t be right to order only two items lol!

Huib has some more time off coming up, so hopefully we’ll get a little more shopping for others done then.

May Contain Nuts

***Just a quick note to apologize for the politically incorrect wording***

Sometimes you just need to take a moment and pose with friends…

Hurricane Rogue

Since I’ve been mainly posting new pictures of Rogue, with very little detail on how she is doing, I thought I’d take a moment and update you all.

Rogue is now seven and a half months old. She is 46.8lbs, 21ish inches tall and 20ish inches long. She hasn’t really changed in colour since going from butterscotch to caramel, but her eyes are no longer blue and she has no more puppy teeth. Her eyes are now a medium-dark brown and she’s got a mouth full of adult teeth that still do not fully fit her face.

Along with the increase in age, Rogue’s energy level has risen. She was always an excited puppy, but now she just doesn’t seem to be able to sit still very long. It’s almost as though ten toddlers on sugar highs have taken up residence in my puppy that, once had an on and off button. Now her off button seems to have gotten stuck in the semi-on position. She isn’t always quite at a hurricane speed, but she’s never really quite in a calm state either. Most of the time this is not an issue, but right now I am in the middle of trying to finish up last minute assignments for my course and Hurricane Rogue isn’t always making landfall for just short periods of time.

In terms of training, Rogue seems to have hit a plateau. Her sits, downs, leave its, touches and really short waits are great, but her “loose leash” walking and overall distraction level in public and around other dogs is horrid. To add to this, she has also started letting out little random “woofs” and shying away from people who come to pet her. The shyness started the day she turned 7 months, so I’m assuming it is a phase. Huib has been working a lot though lately, so we really haven’t had a chance to get her out and socializing since she recovered from her spay. He has a few days off coming up though, so I’m really hoping we’ll see some improvement.

In other news, we got Rogue a new training vest from Active Dogs. It is a light teal colour and has three black rectangular patches – one on each side that say “In Training” and one on the back which says “Please Ask To Pet”. And thanks to Cyndy of Gentle Wit, we didn’t have to pay an arm and a leg for shipping and brokerage fees! I will try and get some pictures of Rogue in her new vest this weekend.

I will try and update you all a little more regularly from now on…it’s been a little too long.


Yesterday, November 29th, was my 32nd birthday.

It’s hard to believe that I’m already two years into my thirties. I don’t really feel like I’m older than 25 to be honest. I remember feeling older when I reached my 26th birthday, but since then I really haven’t felt much different.

When you are a young child, you can’t wait to be a teenager. Then when you are a teenager, you can’t wait to be an adult. Once you hit 25, you are no longer considered to be even a young adult – you’re just an adult.

Adulthood comes with so many responsibilities. So many regrets. And so many dreams for a better life.

When I was a young child, I dreamed of being a veterinarian, with a husband who wanted to stay home with the kids and dogs, in our beautiful, huge home, while I brought home the paycheck. When I was a teenager, I still wanted the husband, kids, dogs and huge home, but I now fantasized about being a successful lawyer.

Now that I am an adult and the world is real, not just a fantasy, my dreams are different. I already have the amazing husband and dogs, but instead of fantasizing about the huge home and high paying job, I think about realistic things.

I no longer dream, I hope.

I hope for a better future. I hope for a time when Huib no longer has to support me. I hope for the opportunity to do more than just take care of the dogs and go through the motions of being a happy stay-at-home wife.

I hope for realistic things.

Gone are the days when I fantasized about the wonderful world out there, that would give me everything I needed, as long as I put in the effort. The fantasies are now replaced with dashed hopes and the sad reality of a world that only rewards those people who are “normal”. A world that closes doors in the faces of people who cannot meet its expectations. A world that places undo hardship on those who choose to open the door for the “different”.

My first 32 years were filled with ups and downs. I would never trade my life for anyone else’s, but I hope the next 32 years will include a few more ups and a little fewer downs.

November 29th, 2011 was a good day though. I woke up beside my smiling soul mate and rambunctious retrievers. I opened my e-mail to find messages upon messages from friends wishing me a happy birthday. The Rogue puppy allowed me to finish off the second last assignment of my course. Then it ended with a delicious spaghetti dinner The promise of new clothes!

Thirty two may no longer be the age of dreams and childish fantasies, but if yesterday was any hint of what is to come, I don’t care…I’m ready for thirty three.