Well, we picked out the pudelpointer pup yesterday … south of Eugene, Oregon
about 50 miles. She was seven weeks old to the day. Pudelpointers are
a European hunting dog breed that’s not recognized by AKC in this
country, but is a serious hunting dog elsewhere (as well as a good
family dog). They are strong waterfowl hunters and point upland game
(and hunt boar, fox, etc., as well, in Europe). They’re a cross between
English pointers and German Water Pudels and are sort of rare in this
country except in hunting families. The sire, Lon, was imported from
the Czech Republic last fall and was a highly decorated dog there, and
we hunted with him and the dam last winter and both were impressive in
the field. I enclosed a couple of images I took of Lon (the sire)
We’re calling the pup Gypsy because of her Eastern European heritage,
and so far she is settling in really well. Ouzel isn’t so sure Gypsy
needs to stay here much longer, but wearing an e-collar 24/7 has
softened her attitude somewhat. Skookum is doing great. We were able
to get the pick of the 9 pup litter (of the four females) and
fortunately it wasn’t too difficult. Usually the most dominant male
of the litter is the biggest, and the most dominant female is the
loudest, and then, after crossing those off, you look for sociability,
how they explore their environment, and lastly coat. It’s really hard
to tell what kind of coat the dog will have when mature, but we felt
one would end up with a very short coat (and with no facial
furnishings), and one was really going to be very long coat and
probably fluffy, and two were intermediate. Fortunately, one of the
intermediate coated ones had a wonderful temperament and was sociable
and explored her surroundings a lot, and took to Sher. You can see
from the image of Sher picking out the pups that it was a lot of fun
… but in the end you just had to get the one that seemed the best
for your situation and hope it’s a good fit for the dog and
yourselves. So far it’s been the right choice.
Well we have Gypsy, and she’s been with us one full day. She’s already gotten car sick on the way home from the breeder and thrown up on me three times; she learned her name the third time I called her by it, and is now running to us every time we call “Gypsy.” We are trying to crate train her, and she screamed for an hour when we put her in the kennel last night.
She screams, yips, and howls. Eventually Skookum became upset, and he began howling a long deep-throated bay along with her. Skookum seldom howls, so the sound mix was really quite marvelous. And of course Ouzel started crying too. It was quite a cacophony.
I set my alarm for two a.m., and I took Gypsy out to pee, but she didn’t settle down too well after that and all in all I got four hours of sleep last night. We were up at 6 a.m., and she enjoyed her breakfast and walk down to the barn with her new Uncle Skookum. Skookum has been fantastic so far—patient and gentlemanly. I think he will be very instrumental in helping to train Gypsy as she matures.
Rufous, our cat gave Gypsy a warm welcome with a full on head butt. Rufous must know she is a puppy, since the cat would never do this to a mature and unfamiliar dog. So far Gypsy has met the donkeys through the fence but she is too small to put on the ground in front of the donkeys. I think mingling with the donkeys and with Ouzel will be a step by step process.
But, so far, Gypsy is doing incredibly well and seems to be enjoying her new home.
Most of the pictures in this installment have been taken by Bruce Schwartz.