Several years ago I sold a puppy to an acquaintance. (I later sold another puppy to that same person and was never paid for that second puppy. It was returned to me almost two years after as "unacceptable".) Never have I had contracts with my puppy buyers; they are virtually impossible to enforce and can cause nothing but problems. I never co-own for the same reason. If fifty percent of marriages now end in divorces why on earth would anyone think that co-owning a dog is going to actually work out well. Recently that breeder agreed to sell me a puppy that had six of my own dogs in its pedigree. Although she said that she had sent me a contract several times, it never showed up in my in box. I asked my internet provider to help me find those emails so I could read the purported contract; it took my provider and me three hours and we found nothing.
The contract finally arrived from the breeder only a few days before the sale was to be finalized. It said that I had to agree to use that breeder's vet for some services, that I had to get the hips checked by a vet of the breeder's choice, I had to get the eyes done at specific places, that I had to finish the dog's championship, and I had to use either the breeder or a handler of the breeder's choice to show in the breed/conformation ring.
That breeder would be listed as the first owner on the registration papers; I was apparently paying full price which was much more than I had charged that person for either of the two puppies I sold to that person. I would be allowed to choose a mate for the dog at the age of two. However, as the breeder was to be listed as the first owner. I wondered what would happen if that person did not approve of the stud I wanted to use. Would the puppies registration papers actually be signed? And to repeat myself, I had not sold the breeder a puppy with a contract and the breeder wanted me to sign a contract. I had been bullied in the past; I believe that the breeder was bullying me again.
Some folks assumed that we were friends but no one ever asked. For the record, we aren't.
One of my favorite innocent pleasures is the series of books chronicling the lives of the inhabitants of the town I really wished I lived in - Three Pines. Annie, Armand, Clara, Gabri, Henri, Isabelle, Jean-Guy, Myrna, Olivier, Reine-Marie, Rosa, Ruth, and even Fred. Clara's paintings and Ruth's poetry. Clicking on photos will enlarge them.
You would have a different body by then,
An old murky one, a stranger's body you could
Not even imagine, and you would be lost and
alone. Deep and prolonged sigh on my part. Thanks Ruth, I'm FINE.
Sometime back at the beginning of summer I noticed a small baby snapping turtle in my pond. I cannot imagine how it managed to work its way under or through the cyclone fence. Although shy, it managed to help itself to the feed I've been giving to the white-goldfish I rescued from a pet food store in Port Huron. Of course the turtle, I've named him Tom after my cousin Tom, influenced by Silver Lake like all my maternal cousins, who loved turtles. Tom (the turtle) must go back to the wild before winter. The question is should he go into the HUGE Lake Huron in my front yard or into one of the several much smaller farmers' ponds I see as I travel through Michigan's Thumb. What is it with Peninsulas, I wonder Carlo? Genetics?
Tom rarely leaves the water. One mild sunny day recently he sunned himself on the lone sunning rock in my tiny pond. He has at least doubled in size this summer. Adult snappers are not known for the gentle dispositions, their gregarious personalities. He must leave soon in order to acclimate himself successfully to a real life in the wild. I'm waiting until the summer tourists leave. Soon, Tommy, soon. I'll miss you. But have a nice life.
Tom the Turtle
Tom the Turtle
Tom the Turtle
Unplanned cousins located near each other in the garden. Wild Marsh Mallow and cultivated perennial Hibiscus.
Perennial Garden Hibiscus (with Poppy Seed-Pod)
Perennial Garden Hibiscus
Helenium autumnale (original 5 foot version)
Helenium autumnale (3 feet tall)
Hemerocallis with Katydid
Volunteer Sedum (missed by rabbits somehow)
Volunteer Buddleia in Geranium pot
Another Volunteer Buddleia in the same pot
Usually there are bullfrogs, the result of adding their tadpoles, in my ponds. This year for the first time leopard frogs appeared. I've been a little concerned lest Tommy the Turtle decided to feast on them but so far, so good.
The Monarch butterflies are now dazzling me with their disingenuous fidgety flying, slowly sipping the sweet nectar of early autumn's wild flowers, and wending and weaving their way back to Mexico. (Honest, I was not trying to do that.)
I was set to purchase a lovely female puppy but, like the ships below, I narrowly avoided that catastrophe. The breeder wanted to set unreasonable demands on me without any discussion. In truth I really believe that the puppy was extremely good, better than she had thought, and she had changed her mind and wanted more control over her. Years ago she had purchased a male from me with no strings, no contract, no co-ownership. I foolishly expected the same lack of stipulations and control from her. Although I remain deeply saddened, I realize that my forced decision was the right one.
I was deeply saddened to hear of the recent passing this summer of Icelandic Sheepdog Hringa Fernandez in July, 2019. She lived a good life and was loved by her family and loved them in return. She is greatly missed by her adoptive family and by me too. Korpur, her father, is still with me; Huld, her mother, passed recently.
I've been extremely fortunate to be able to place, without contracts, the majority of my puppies in loving families where they fit in and there was mutual love. I never cared whether my "kids" went to obedience homes, farm homes, herding homes, agility homes, pet homes, support homes, even conformation homes, etc. In all the decades now of breeding Icelandic Sheepdogs only four puppies have been returned to me as unsuccessful matches: Two returnees, Kit and Pila, returned as adults and are still with me; the other two found replacement adoptive homes as puppies within a few days of their return and have stayed in their second homes. I am so very, very glad of that virtually all of my kids have been kept and loved. Nothing, nothing makes me happier than to hear about their lives with their families. Thank all of you so very, very much.
E. M. Forster wrote several books including: Where Angels Fear to Tread (1905), Longest Journey (1907), A Room with a View (1908), Howards End (1910), and A Passage to India (1924). Four were written before WWI.
These are his words, more or less, from an interview before he passed in 1970.
Tiger Swallowtail on Silphium perfoliatum flower
"I do not believe in belief but this is an age of faith and there are so many militant creeds that one has to formulate a creed of one's own. Tolerance, good temper, and sympathy are no longer enough in a world rent by religious and racial persecution in a world where ignorance rules and science plays the subservient pimp. Tolerance, good temper, and sympathy - they are what matter really and if the human race is not to collapse, they must come to the front before long." E. M. Forster
Tiger Swallowtail on Silphium perfoliatum flower
The motto of Howards End? Only connect.
Forster said that there were three types of people in his novels: - the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.
Forster was a mysterious figure - very modest and retiring. He lived in seclusion at King's College. He was known to people of every age. Only in his extreme old age did he retire completely. He was both very loyal to his friends and also very critical. You had to keep up to the mark. You were frequently deflated if you were insensitive.
A recent visit to the vets coincided with the delivery of some fur-ball, French Bulldog puppies. Because of the size of their heads, Frenchie pups always have to be delivered by C-section. Apparently that's an issue for many of the Bully Breeds. The pups are in the incubator until mom wakes up.