Wednesday Walk 18 July

I woke up at 5.30, realised we had the house to ourselves so rolled over and went back to sleep until just after 8.
I got up, washed and dressed then checked on Hubby who was still fast asleep so I left him there.

I walked Maggie about two miles this morning, up through the park, along the prom, back down through the park and then round the Avenue.
I saw a few ‘regulars’, including a lady with her blind cocker spaniel. I always approach him slowly, talking to him all the time as he recognises my voice and ‘homes in’ for a lean and some fuss. She was just finishing her walk so we parted company soon after, but it was nice to see her and chat as I haven’t seen her for a while.

Walking across the car park, I saw a lady I didn’t recognise with a dog I also didn’t know, and asked her what breed it was.
‘An Ibizan Hound,’ she replied and as we chatted she said she had just started breeding them, her bitch having had 9 pups in the first litter,. She was now working out which ones to keep and which to sell as she’s going to be showing them too.
From my experience in the dog kennels and knowing a couple of private breeders in the past, I don’t have a lot of time for them as a rule, but I was interested in this one as I’d never seen one before, so naturally was curious.
She was having a bit of a game with this pup as it did not want to perform the business and was more intent on the new smells different surroundings provide.
I suppose we were talking for about ten minutes, then Maggie nudged my leg as if to say ‘Come ON!!’ as she hadn’t done anything yet.

Walking up the ramp towards the beach is one of Maggie’s favoured spots for poo-ing as it has a nice grassy bank and the blades sufficiently long to satisfy her positioning! Needless to say it as a perfect specimen.
We saw several people with other dogs and exchanged pleasantries (as you do), and on our return through the park, the lady was still working her dog, getting it used to the lead and ‘standing’ for potential judges with the chin high, ears up and tail straight out.
Since being home, I’ve looked the breed up on the internet, and they are very similarย  to Pharaoh Hounds.

Info and photos from Internet.

The one I saw today was sandy coloured with liver brown markings and quite pretty.
I have to confess though, I don’t think I would want one as a pet as they look a little too highly strung for me and would need a lot of training. I’ve had a little experience withย  dobermans (other people’s!) and I like them too, but wouldn’t want to have one.
Maybe I’ve just met a Cruft’s champion in the making, though it wouldn’t be my first as I’ve come into contact with Bichon Frise, Coton de Tulear, GSD, Doberman, Greyhound, and a Pyrenean Mountain Dog who have won Best in Breed/Class/Show rosettes.
Not bad for a gal who walks her dog a lot and likes to talk to other owners!
Yes sweetheart, Mummy still loves you best.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to Wednesday Walk 18 July

  1. For years, my husband wanted a Doberman because he feels they make intimidating looking guard dogs (but they’re really sweet with the family if raised right). I managed to talk him out of it when I discovered that many Dobermans (Dobermen??) are born with heart problems, which would be extremely costly in the long run. We got a German Shepherd instead – and he turned out to have a genetic autoimmune condition that required us giving him shots every 6 weeks, which was also costly. We loved him anyway, and he lived for 13 years – until he died from a condition totally unrelated to his genetic issues.

    • I love GSD, lost my first to bloat/twisted gut at 10, and my second to cancer, again at 10. We looked at one before getting Maggie, a beautiful bitch and worth the money……… if you wanted a show dog, which we didn’t……….. but she didn’t like women. This was probably down to her owner spraying her with what looked like furniture polish ‘to bring up her coat’. Stupid woman. I like all dogs, but prefer them to be higher than my ankles but lower than my arm pits.

      • Ah. Our Riggsie died of bloat. I’ve always felt guilty that I didn’t recognize the signs soon enough to save him, but the vet told us she couldn’t guarantee he would survive the surgery at his age. I’d love to get another GSD, but hubby says no. He’s still too upset about poor Riggsie. Puppy Cody helps with that, a lot.

      • Babs survived the first attack as I called the vet immediately I saw her in distress. She had another a year later and although she was recovering from that, she had a third and died at the vets. A little while later, I got Kizzy as our other dog, a rough collie, was pining. When I left the relationship, I brought her with me but left the collie. Ex partner apparently got a black GSD shortly afterwards.

  2. scifihammy says:

    Interesting info thank you. ๐Ÿ™‚
    I also thought it looked like a Pharaoh hound.
    And of course Maggie is best of them all. ๐Ÿ˜€

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