Sigh...

There are some people who just shouldn't have dogs. That is all.

Picking which side of the fence

Okay:  Decision made.

Before the scheduled spay/sudden heat debacle, my plan had been to attend Western Reserve and, at that time, look at an exciting 14-month old bitch on which there is the prospect of a co-own.  Having bounced back and forth over the fence roughly 3,256,913 times since Elli came into season on Sunday, I have decided to stick with that plan.

If I decide against the co-own on this bitch, and don't find some other arrangement while I am at the specialty, I will x-ray Elli's hips, etc. before her winter heat, and assuming all is well, will breed her then.  (I'll admit to having gotten a little excited at the prospect of having little ones.)

So, as ever, stay tuned!

The best-laid plans...

So, last week I made an appointment for Elli to be spayed this Wednesday.

Yesterday, she came into season -- THREE WEEKS EARLY.

I had joked that if she came in before her spay then I was going to take it as a sign and breed her.  Fate appears to have called my bluff.

Stay tuned...