tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4776160719934420072024-02-07T19:07:17.861-08:00Delsin the DogAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-75737587305908033502013-06-10T19:16:00.000-07:002013-06-10T19:16:44.479-07:00The end of an eraIt has been close to a year since I last blogged. I have appreciated the people that have requested I continue the blog... and that maybe it is actually read :)<br />
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This will be the first entry of many to come. I can, and will now continue, somewhat where I last left off. Well, eventually - I will pick up where I left off. Now, I have to start at a different place: A goodbye.<br />
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I have not written for a reason. As summer turned into fall, I had a feeling I was looking at limited time left with Delsin. Not anything anyone else would see, and his vet check in September with a full blood panel showed a "very healthy dog". My heart told me differently.<br />
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I could no longer blog about Delsin, as I could not go forward and write about his life with me, without including what my heart told me. The private, introverted side of me - which is my dominant side....well, I choose not to be public with the process I knew I would be facing. The time would be spent instead trying to be fully "present" with Delsin. for whatever time we had remaining and whatever events happened.<br />
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I blog now, because yesterday, Thursday June 6th, 2013, I said my last goodbyes of many, and gave the nod to let Delsin go. I don't know when I will actually publish this entry of the blog, I will wait until it feels right to be public with a very private relationship with my friend Delsin.<br />
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I do choose to share though, because I realize Delsin had a public side - that side being pushed out further when he became lost, then was in the news, followed by the stories of our Westminster adventure. Life within the show ring is public and Delsin liked that spotlight. As long as that was also balanced with many other - non-show-ring events and adventures. So I write for mostly Delsin: to honor the great soul he was and still is, despite him not being here with my in body. A hard transition for both of us.<br />
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How do I even begin to share? ...with so many raw feelings - some yes, indeed painful, but many are heartwarming and bring me comfort as well. Delsin and I helped each other grow. We each are a better being for knowing each other and allowing the deep connection we had in life to develop, and now, continue, but on a different level.<br />
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But first, what hits me, is that I once again find it so sad, terribly sad, that my love is with a breed... a breed that we are "forced" to be happy when our dogs live beyond 8 years. When our dogs reach a mere 10, we celebrate and place our dogs picture into the (USA) national magazine. When I hear "Really big dogs don't live that long" I cringe... because A) this breed is not <i>suppose</i> to be a really big dog like a St Bernard, and B), it is not true that dogs in the 100 pound category live short lives (and I am sorry, 10 is a short life). This became a reality years ago for me, when I visited a yard of sled dogs. No, not the small racing sled dogs, but the big guys - the draft type sled dogs. These guys were all between 90-110 lbs. Berner sized. As I looked at these dogs - jumping high at the end of their chains, with excitement of possibly a chance to get harnessed up- and go - the caretaker of these dogs started telling me about them: "Yeah - that one over there, the one jumping so high - probably his last year on the trial. He is 16 <years!> this year". And that one over there, she is 15, she may have a couple more good years in her to run". He went on and on. These dogs were not grey, nor were they sedate. They were agile and jumping as high as the younger dogs around them. I was floored.<br />
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While diving into such a complex matter of long life span is not for this blog on this day, my memories of that day, seeing those sled dogs, makes me shake my head in sadness, that I had to celebrate Delsins last birthday - the 10th birthday - with the knowledge that it in fact was going to be his last one. And to have so many berner owners say how "wonderful it is to see such an old berner".<br />
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I would like to clarify it here: Delsin never, ever got Old. He got sick. Big difference. In looking back at any of my berners over the last 30 years... they didn't get old, they too were sick. Even as late as this past February, when cancer was well established in Delsin's body, after a bath I gave him at a dog wash, the dog wash owner saw him and said "He must be young?". When I said he was 10, the owner said - 10 months? I said "No, 10 years". Delsin didn't "look it" or " or "act" 10 year old. Or did he? Shouldn't a dog still look and feel young at 10 years? If our expectations are a dog is old at 10, or 9, or 8 or 7 ..... doesn't that just help perpetuate that?<br />
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What to say about my boy Delsin.... so much comes to mind...<br />
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At the forefront of my mind of course, is his loss. Yesterday at this time, I made the decision to end his life. Historically, I have been a wreck at the burden this decision makes combined with the loss. Wreck would be an understatement....I have entered into some very dark times in my life after the death of my dogs. So, as I faced Delsins cancer over these last few months, I also faced "would I go back to that darkness again?". I felt, with Delsin's help, I had found a clarity and balance in my life, but I knew that this would be a test for me. I was unsure I was really prepared for it.<br />
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I have always wanted to be able to face change <loss> with grace...something I have fallen extremely short of in the past. While I have faced more than my share of loss in my lifetime, with each one, I have only gotten more fearful, more distant, maybe more crazy. Up to Delsin.<br />
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Yes, there have been plenty of tears. Facing something with grace does not mean to ignore or bury the pain. Death and loss IS painful. It IS profoundly sad. Facing something with grace <i>does</i> mean to be present to the pain. Yes, allow it. Feel it. But, let it go then...don't bury it.<br />
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Daily, I would pull myself back to the present, back to simply being with Delsin. If my mind wandered to the days ahead, days of letting go of Delsin, or the days without him, I would guide it back to the present, to being with Delsin. As his health declined, I choose not to feel sorry for him, but find ways to change with him, find ways to support what he was going through, but also to enjoy where he was at. At shorter walk, which eventually turned into short wanders...I would simply follow him where he wished to go. I adjusted my schedule, so my days were simply about being with him. I never told him he was old, nor that he was sick. He knew he was sick, I didn't need to remind him. I didn't place limits on him, I encouraged him to continue to do all the things he loves, even if it was just for a little bit. On good days he would run again - although not as fast as he did before he got sick - and he would toss his ball into the air, boss around the other dogs. On days he was tired, we just sat together, told him how wonderful he was and we reminiscence about all we had done together. I treated him like I would want to be treated if I were dying: with support, but not sympathy, only empathy. And just to be there fully present with him - really, truly, present. If I was on the computer - on something relatively stupid like facebook - I would think "why am I doing this, when I can be fully present with my dog instead?. After all, he IS still alive". I would get off of the computer, just so I could sit and talk to Delsin. Yes, there were many times I was just there, doing my own thing while he slept. But, more and more frequently I became aware that I needed to be <i>more</i> to him: to touch him without letting my mind wander to other events of the day, the to-do list, what I am going to make for supper, etc. But to interact only with him on the physical, emotional, mental and spiritual level. While I suppose this could be viewed as exhausting, it was not. Due to being fully present with him - fully present to life - I found a renewed energy. And I found a relative peacefulness about a process that has nearly killed me in the past.<br />
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My approach to health <vet> care is on the holistic end....generally far on the holistic end. It is not a "right or wrong" as some people try to make it out as, but rather, it simply comes down to what with each are comfortable with in our gut.<br />
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I choose no invasive procedures with Delsin...a choice I have made for my own life as well. Delsin has had a lot of holistic modalities during his life and I continued that throughout his death process as well. The cancer was "verified" in late January 2013. But I saw some subtle changes as early as September 2012, when I had a complete blood (chemistry) panel done, because I knew something was off. I was told everything was "remarkably normal, especially considering his age".<br />
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In November I started some more "aggressive" (but holistic) health regimes with my vet for Delsin. His appetite by this point was only fair at best and he had lost a significant amount of weight. Initially he responded and felt better, then gradually I saw him just not be right again.<br />
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January 2013 I opted for more diagnostics, but nothing invasive. Blood and chem panel still was great. UA showed nothing bad. His physical check up was fine. Then there were the x-rays. Changes to the lungs, possibly more. X-rays sent off to a radiologist where he confirmed changes in the lungs, stomach, and likely spleen and liver. Cancer fully expected, probably histosytosis. They suggested needle biopsy, I declined. I wouldn't do a different approach regardless of what it came back as.<br />
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I made a decision at that point, not to share with people that Delsin had cancer. Yes, I am private, but it went beyond that. I wanted people to greet him with their usual "hi there" and not a "oh, I am sorry you have cancer" vibe. I did not want people to feel sad when they saw him, but continue to feel happy he was alive and lookin' good. I knew after Delsin had passed, I would share. I believed this approach was best for Delsin as an individual, but not as a judgment toward others and how they may approach their dogs death. We each walk different paths, and that is a good thing.<br />
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So through my alternative vets' help, we together and continually adjusted the game plan for Delsin. I have had a lot of "energy work" done (of various types) with all the dogs over the years and that continued with Delsin as well. We also used the drug (anti-inflammatory) deramaxx - which greatly turned Delsin's appetite around. He became ravenous and ate everything I gave him. He never was able to put weight back on, despite getting almost 5 pounds of food a day (cooked, homemade diet - high protein, extremely low carb... i.e. a "cancer diet"). But he felt better, I felt better that he was able to eat.<br />
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The ebbs and flows happened, but it mostly flowed I would have to say. While his life was different than in the past, it was also very high quality. He remained engaged in life.<br />
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Six weeks before he died, I started going to my vet twice a week for energy work (verses the 1 time every 2 weeks, then 1 time every week). The energy work simply helped Delsin feel better. He would come back home barkin' and telling the world how great he was...something that his son A'kash was not very impressed by! But Delsins big, "look at me" energy would come out after his treatments. It was great to see<br />
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The down side of it was that something had changed in Delsin so that he no longer liked to ride in the car...something he always had loved doing. And my vet was an hour away. So that meant 4 hours a week in the car - time Delsin did not enjoy. But I made the decision that he overall felt better because of the frequent energy work. I know in my heart, without a doubt, that both his quality <i>and</i> quantity was increased, and I would do it all over again.<br />
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While there was a lot of gradually changes along the way, by and large, he enjoyed his life. If he had a bad day, he rebounded, and I celebrated that we had more time together. We (vet and I) adjusted to his needs, and he would respond. To look at him, no one would have suspected how sick he was. In fact, one day as we left the vet, a woman commented on how great it was to see such a "young and vibrant" Bernese.<br />
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When the changes came that lead up to the end of his life, they came relatively quickly. The appetite quickly faded despite cooking all sorts of things for him. I knew with that, things had advanced far within his system. This time he wouldn't rebound.<br />
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His last energy treatment - Monday June 3, he did respond - and once again he came home barkin' at the other dogs and tossing his favorite ball in the air. He ate that evening. My hope went up; perhaps this was not the end after all.<br />
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But by morning, I could tell that he still was on a downhill decline.<br />
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It is personal, perhaps too personal, to talk of the last days of exchanges between two beings that love one another. We both knew we our time together was ending and we both knew that our life together was magnificent. Delsin and I did things that few will ever do - all the travel all over the country, not for shows, but just to travel. He and I saw and experienced many things. Yes, his show career was wonderful as well, and to be on the other end of the leash for an all breed Best in Show when he was almost 9 years of age, is an experience I will never, ever forget. But I hesitate to even share that, as the perception could be that I loved my boy due to his beauty, and it could not be any further from the truth. Delsin was a great being and part of that is <i>he</i> liked to show and he did it well. It simply was something him and I could do together and do well together. But it wasn't the only aspect of him, nor the biggest aspect. I don't need to show to complete me, and neither did Delsin.<br />
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When the end came, it came with peace, calmness, and love filling the room....something I have never, ever experienced before and did not think was possible for me. He had energy work before, during and after the injection. I felt the presence of all those that have died before him - both human and non-human - surround us and I felt the compassion in the vet and staff as he slid away. Heartbroke? Yes. But defeated? No. Far from it. I have never experienced the calmness I am feeling now after I have lost a being that I was so connected to in life....again, I simply did not think that was possible for me.<br />
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I realize that the days ahead without Delsin will have times that I get hit with a profound sadness. I will break down. And that is okay. Because I now know that my boy gave me so much of himself in life, helped me through so many things, supported me through dark days but most importantly - he guided me to healing myself. I am sad he is gone. But I am more happy he shared his life with me:<br />
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When I first held you to my chest, when you first entered my life,</div>
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The connected joy we have together in this life, will far out weight the pain at the end, </div>
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-45900538245721013252012-07-06T16:08:00.001-07:002012-07-06T16:08:58.255-07:00Did I fall off the face of the earth?When I took on the task of starting this blog, I did it enthusiastically and enjoyed making entries. I originally wanted to start a blog to share Delin's Westminster adventure, but when he got lost in January, I felt the need to start it with that aspect of events. I had all intentions to keep readers informed and updated in a timely manner the adventures of this friend of mine - Delsin.<br />
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My intentions and reality have been two different paths. While I don't feel the need to go into much details, life since this past winter has had, well, its fair share of challenges. Significant challenges. We all have to face various difficulties in ones life, and it seems that multiple ones came all at once.<br />
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But, I am happy to say, that my dog family does just fine. While I had obligations more times than not in "the cities" I have been back here on the farm for about 6 weeks now. My <em>own</em> life has started emerging again, and while perhaps not all the challenges of the human family life are behind me, to stay sane, I have held on the the farm life, pursued some of my years goals for here on the farm, and just taken solice in being in the presence of my beloved dogs.<br />
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So, Delsin is back to his morning animal chore routine most mornings. I say most mornings, because every now and then the honor gets shared with one of the other dogs. Usually his niece Jyoti, sometimes his son A'kash. But most mornings, weather permitting, it is Delsin that is by my side as he helps me with my increased "animal herd" as I tend to their needs. The scene is repeated with the evening animal chores.<br />
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The show ring seems very far away for either Delsin or I. Westminster seems to be another lifetime or another reality completely. I look at the burrs, the dirt, his overgrown ears and feet, but see only a truly happy dog, that can roll in the dew laden grass(or worse!), wander up to the cats in his "I LOVE cats - don't run" whimper, check out the new rabbits, guinea pigs, ducks in addition to the sheep, llamas and chickens, mark until his heart is content, and come running full out when I call him with a broad smile on his face...and I see one truly happy living soul. This farm and this life I lead here has kept my best friend healthy and has kept me grounded amongst turmoil in other aspects of my life...aspect that I am slowly letting go of. And my dogs help me with that process. Live in the moment, let go of the past, don't fear the future.<br />
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As lives have ended, so lives have begun. Delsin has pups on the ground. Now one would think that perhaps Delsin has had lots of pups in the past, but that simply is not the case. Much to his dismay, I have greatly limited his sex life. It has nothing to do with him, everything to do with me. As a "stud" owner, I have little control of where his pups go. When I look at Delsin, I see not only Delsin, but Delsins dad K'dar, Delsin brother Toltec, Delsins grandma Hoshi... and I think of how each of them were wonderful, great, loving beings. How each of them loved life, had a great life, none of them confined by kennels, away from people, but accompanied me on my day to day life.... and well, I simply want Delsins kids to have that same, great quality of life. I will probably get hate mail for this, but the fact of the matter, many show dogs have shit for a life. Not all, but many. Off with this handler, to that show, in the crate or that kennel, loved only for the physical beauty and the wins that the dog may gather, alive to feed to dogs owner the for ever hungry ego. Or sold off if they don't "make the cut" or no longer can be bred. Despite Delsins quality, I have no need to have his pups be the "next big winner" in the dog show world. For if anyone has ever, truly looked into a show berners eyes - the ones out with the big named handlers, out at every show - they don't see happiness, contentedness or joy...they see profound sadness and an emptiness. It breaks my heart. So while I can't save those dogs that live a life they don't prosper in, I can limit Delsin "use" and make sure, the best I can, that any of Delsins kids go into a family home, where they are loved for who they are - not what they win.<br />
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Onto Delsins pups. New life is wonderful and these pups are no exception. 3.5 weeks old, five healthy pups. 1 boy, 4 girls. Delsins pretty head seems to have come through, we'll see what else is there as they mature. But does it matter? Not much - only that they remain happy and healthy and that they find homes that will love deeply and stay committed to them their entire life.<br />
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Here are four of the five....the 5th one was too crabby and tired to sleep with the group:<br />
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At some point...I will still put down in words, Delsin's and my Westminster debut. It was worth going, but I don't have the need to go back. But that is for another day, to put down those impressions...Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-35859017811072522262012-03-07T09:24:00.000-08:002012-03-07T09:24:23.673-08:00I am here - and an updateHello readers and followers....<br />
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No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth! Rather, I have had to deal with some family matters that have taken considerable time - which I did not foresee. And Delsin and I have returned back to the farm and work, so day after day has gone by and I haven't even checked in and kept updating as promised. But I have not forgotten this blog, nor the readers and I will - WILL - be updating the Westminster Journey piece by piece, and then continue blogging ... about my life, my dogs life, and this wonderful farm I live on.<br />
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Delsin and his son A'kash December 2010:</div>
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Another photo With Delsin and A'kash - Kash is about 5 months old here:</div>
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Delsin(on left) and A'kash November 2011. A'kash had just turned 1 year old in this photo. Kash is looking more and more like his dad as he matures -<br />
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And here is Delsin "hard at work" on the farm..."guarding" the 100 meat chickens I raised late last fall:</div>
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More Westminster updates to come.... bear with me :)</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-73289791595586015492012-02-22T16:20:00.000-08:002012-02-22T17:01:10.268-08:00Monday - 2-13-12 Westminster - the day before!<br />
Before I forget - here are two links you may want to go to: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHvgGNBJ7vQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHvgGNBJ7vQ</a> this is a video of Delsin taken with his christmas toy on Jan 3 2012 (this year!)<br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/WKCDogShow">http://www.facebook.com/WKCDogShow</a> this is the Westminster Kennel Club facebook page - and if you scroll down, you will see a photo of Delsin and I in the ring with a very nice story of us.<br />
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Ahhhh....the pre-show jitters are emerging! After a fairly sleepless night of listening to jackhammers, sirens,and horns honking on the street below our hotel window(all night long!) combined with the adrenaline rushing through my body, my usually calm demeanor is taking a hit!<br />
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Today is all about figuring out the show - as we show tomorrow and I want to be prepared and know what I am getting myself into! But first Denise and I go for a walk with Delsin and Mick, to see if we can find any place - anyplace at all that is green, so the boys can pee or even poop.<br />
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It is going through the hotel and onto the streets that I begin to realize the size of this event. I am used to going to dog shows and have been showing for 30 some years. While I recognise that exhibitors are spending a lot of money to be at this NYC show, I have failed to realize that people come from all over the country to be a SPECTATOR! People are simply hanging out at the hotels that allow dogs - sitting and waiting for the dogs to walk by, or sitting by the inside poo and pee areas - just to see their favorite breeds or have a chance to pet them. Cameras and cell phones continually take pictures wherever Delsin and Mick go. I have to admit, it is a bit mind boggling for me.<br />
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Once on the street, there are times we can only take a few steps forward before a crowd descends upon us. Delsin loves it. Mick loves it. They eat up the attention, leaning against one person after another. Everyone knows that we are there for the big dog show. Some are tourists, some or simply folks that live or work in Manhattan. All ages, races, shapes and sizes of people come to see the dogs. All are supportive, friendly, interested. It is very cool!</div>
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Delsin out on the streets of NYC getting pets from his many admirers!</div>
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It takes us a good 1.5 hours to walk around 2 blocks with the dogs. People, people, people. The dogs still are lovin' it, Denise and I are hungry. We stop at a deli, and I hold the 2 boys while Denise goes in and gets us two breakfast sandwiches. The shop owner stare out the window, pointing at the two dogs, smiling. A guy walks by with his buddy, abruptly stops and says "my wife really wants one of these" in the direct east costs manner. He wants a picture, that is fine by me. What I didn't know is that HE wanted to be in the picture and he hands his buddy the cell phone camera, kneels down next to Delsin and wraps his arms around my dog in one fast, swift move. Good thing my dog has a stable temperament..as this total stranger hugs my boy hard for the picture.</div>
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After the bath, it was up on the groom table to blow out Delsins coat, put the final trim on his feet and ears. He looks and feel great and when we walk through the lobby after his bath, I am sure I hear extra ohhhs and aaahhhs....</div>
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Dinner was nothing extra special - a disappointment since we are in NY where there are a ton wonderful restaurants. But it was close, it fill us up and we could then get through the evening routine of the dogs to the indoor pee and and pray that they will go.</div>
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While at the pee area, there is a vendors booth set up with dog treadmills. Now Delsin has never been on a treadmill before, but he gets a ton of exercise and he could use a little now that we are on-leash in the Big City. Hmmm...I have a video of him on it, but having technical difficulties getting it to load. Check back for that....</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">HOLY<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>#@*&!!!! We are in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Manhattan</place></city>! The full range of emotions today. Phew…. Where to begin…...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">First, this will go on the blog sometime after I write it. The hotel – even at $220/night, does not have wifi in the rooms. I can go down to the lobby and get it. But keep in mind, any thoughts of a quiet, relaxing lobby go out the window. It is anything but. This show is a huge deal and even here in the hotel, swarms of people wander everywhere – just to see what dogs are coming in and out. So tonight, at 10:30, I am peopled out for the day and we are in the relative quiet of the 14<sup>th</sup> floor – the constant honking of taxi’s horns at street level is faded. I can think, I can unwind.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The drive was overall better . Roads got better as we got closer to NY. But one 3 car accident while we were still in snow kept us on edge until we got out of the snow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The show seemed to get more and more real as I approached the city. My adrenaline started soaring and I felt high anticipation as we drove the <city w:st="on">Lincoln</city> tunnel and into <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Manhattan</place></city>. We arrived around 3:00 pm and I was thrilled to get easily into the city, find my way to the hotel and look forward to getting unloaded and get the dogs out. My eagerness quickly faded as we sat in the car waiting to pull next to the hotel to unload. It was THREE HOURS before we were unloaded and the car handed off to the valets to park it! The dogs needed to be fed and walked, and that meant we would miss the banquet we were going to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh well, it was a last minute addition anyhow and probably would have gone too late…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Oh where, oh where does a little dog pee, oh where, oh where do they pee????……. Our dogs looked at the cement city and saw nothing viable. They looked confused and pulled ahead looking for somewhere to go. We knew the hotel had set-up an indoor pee and poop area so we went in to see what it was. Wow. They covered half of a large ballroom with thick plastic, then put down a layer of saw dust and placed out fire hydrants for the boys. So there, among vendor booths, drapes and carpet, we asked our dogs to go to the bathroom. They looked at us as if we were nuts. We walked in circles, they tried not to sniff all the dogs pee – as it was visibly grossing both the dogs out. They are drooling, and holding up their feet. Finally both dogs peed and they wanted out then. Later, before bed, we brought them back. Both peed, but even though Mick really had to poo, he wouldn’t. If he could talk, he would say “YUCK!!!" I feel bad for both boys – very clean house dogs that never, ever go inside – asking them to step around in urine soaked wood shaving and take a shit. I doubt I will get Delsin to go unless I figure out a way to get him up to central park – which is many, many long blocks away. So, tonight as I type this, Mick lays on my bed, farting. It may be a stinky night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After unpacking and feeding the dogs Denise and I go about finding our own dinner. One of the great appeals to me about NY is culture and experiencing things I may not get a chance to otherwise. Our hotel is close to <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Korea</place></country-region> town and we head there. Having no idea what to look for, we just choose. We went up some stairs to a small restaurant where we were to only white folks in there the entire meal. I was in heaven and love immersing myself into "different". The meal was great although we certainly were confused about what to order and accidently ordered the same thing, although we aren’t entirely sure how that happened. And we ordered too much food! But very enjoyable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A side note, but one that had an impact on me: on the way to the restaurant, there was a homeless guy curled up in his sleeping bag along the side of the sidewalk - sleeping on the dement. I guess that is usual and I have seen homeless before. Nobody paid attention to this figure on a cold sidewalk in 20 degree weather. But it bothered me. How can he survive? I understand how that happens in the summer, but how about winter? How did his life get so bad that he lives on the streets in this manner? Certainly no one as a child is striving to be a street bum in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">New York City</place></city>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I finish my dinner and have large amounts of odong noodles (soup) left that I have no way to keep to eat in the future, I think of that man laying on the sidewalk, curled up in an old ratty sleeping bag. Would he be offended if I took my left overs to him? I knew he most likely dug through trash to eat and I could bring him something warm and reasonably fresh but would it insult him?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I took a chance and had the restaurant pack up 2 container’s of soup – both of our left overs. I walked up the street prepared just to set it along side the sleeping man as not to disturb him. But he was awake as we I walked towards him and was sitting up in his sleeping bag digging through some trash he had piled up besides him – I believe looking for food. I politely asked him if he would like some soup – and it was warm. He gently took it and politely thanked me. He looked sober. He looked sane. I told him to enjoy it and have a good evening and went about my way. While I didn’t end his hunger forever, I did prevent perfectly good food from getting tossed in the garbage when there was a very hungry man just down the street.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A far cry from what I came here to do: show in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Westminster</place></city>. But, it puts some things into perspective that I did not anticipate. I am going to a dog show. A very expensive dog show. And I am doing it just for fun and I realize I am “entitled” if you will, to have fun in life. I don’t feel “guilty” per say, but I do feel something…. That it is incredibly odd that huge amounts of money are spent on so many things from showing dogs to football games when there are so many people in our country, let alone the world that have no idea where their next meal will come from or even how they may stay warm if the weather goes below freezing.</span></div>
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Unfortunately it appears the storm continues all across PA tomorrow. Tomorrow nights reservations are in NY - the hotel right across the street from Madison Square Garden. We want to make sure we get there. So, up early tomorrow to get as many hours in the daylight as possible. I also want to arrive in the big city during daylight hours.<br />
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Delsin got longer walks today in the snow and wind - which ofcourse he loved. Me, not-so-much. We left Minnesota with no snow, mild temps and foolishly thought the lack of winter would surely continue. I brought no boots, light gloves, and didn't allow enough clothes to change out of wet ones. Who would have thought?<br />
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Right now, Madison Square Garden and the events to come seem very far away.<br />
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Good night all, sleep well!<br />
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Delsin is bored...way too little activity today! He wanted a long, long walk tonight, the high winds, cold temps and blowing snao kept it more realistic for me. Sorry Delsin.<br />
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<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-62808753891156035892012-02-09T22:03:00.000-08:002012-02-09T22:21:01.550-08:002-9-12 WestminsterI have 1/2 hour left of this day and to get this entry up!!! Long day getting all the "little" things that turn into "not-so-little" done....Scrape the little plaque on Delsin's canines off- his teeth look spectacular and in no way look like a 9.5 year old dog. I decided Westminster is no place to announce to the world that I have 1 or 2 (or 3 or 4...) grey hairs (Did I just admit that????) so out comes the handy dandy box of color to make sure at least my hair looks young! We brought Mick to his vet appointment to make sure he is all set in the health department and to keep on top of some on-going issues with him. He is slowly improving: the surgery he had in the summer for a perforated ulcer has left him very slow to recover. But he gained some more weight - that is a good thing - and while he needs to gain some strength, I believe he is going in the right direction.<br />
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Then this evening I sort through clothes...what to pack; pack light, pack heavy, pack for cold, pack for heat???????? Everything I hear it is hotter than heck at the Garden and dress accordingly. One of my show suits is wool - not much I can do about that, but my hang out clothes I go for lighter. I pack all of Delsins "summer" things to keep him cool: his coolie coat, his cooler crate pad, a fan.... keeping him cool enough is one area of concern for me.<br />
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Delsin's grooming stuff - table, drying, shampoo conditioner, the grooming box, extension cord, water, towels....I wonder what I am forgetting? I will fully bathe and then groom him Monday afternoon, and that will make grooming light on Tuesday. It sounds like grooming may be a challenge this year due to the renovation of MSG and I want to make sure he looks his best even if the electric isn't easily available at the Garden. There is grooming set up at the hotel we are staying - complete with bath tubs (that one pays for to use).<br />
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We have road snacks packed, coolers pack for dogs food (Delsin eats raw, Mick eats home cooked), supplements, dishes, crates, spray bottles, cameras, video cameras, laptops..... man, I have got to believe we have everything??????<br />
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House sitter is here tonight to sleep, so she will already be settled in and a part of the household when we leave in the morning. I am so grateful for her to be here and I can let go of some of the fear in leaving the rest of my dogs behind.<br />
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We will be up at 6 and out of here by 8 in the morning. Denise has made reservations for the next two nights, so we do have a destination. I just can't tell you where that may be. Somewhere between here and New York! Denise knows and that is all that matters.<br />
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The dogs being left behind are feeling it - Mick and Delsin seem to know that they will go. There will be some sad faces in the morning as I push them away from the door and take the 2 big boys. Not looking forward to seeing them rejected, but soon as we get on the road, it will be okay.<br />
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OH - before I forget - for those of you not local - or even the people reading this blog that are from outside of this country (It is an honor to have you follow!!!!) here is the link to the news broadcast of Delsin last night. Overall, they did a smashing job with the story! make sure to watch the video - not just read the story: <a href="http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2012/02/08/local-dog-competes-in-westminster-dog-show/#comment-350740">http://minnesota.cbslocal.com/2012/02/08/local-dog-competes-in-westminster-dog-show/#comment-350740</a><br />
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I must get some sleep - too short of a night as it is. I will plan to sleep in the car when Denise takes her shift driving...(verses sleeping when I am driving!). We will probably hit Chicago right at rush hour.... no way to really avoid that, we need to go that way. Oh well, not going to think about that, it is what it is....time to try and relax enough to go to sleep. BUT HOLY CRAP - I AM GOING TO WESTMINSTER TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-63799517137916962162012-02-08T13:24:00.000-08:002012-02-08T13:24:25.274-08:002-8-12 WestminsterWhat I can say about this Westminster journey is that it is a group effort! First, I am not going alone - as this is something that needs to be experienced with someone. So, my good friend Denise will be going with as well as her dog Mick. Nope, Mick is not entered, he is just along for the ride. He is also a great traveler and like a true berner, wants to be with his person all the time. Since he needs fairly close monitoring for medical reasons, he won the lotto and got the extra seat in the car to come with :) While Mick is not my dog, he and I have had a really deep connection from the day I met him and whenever I see him I get his "happy dance" and am only 1 of three people that he readily "dances" for. And the dance includes vocals as well.<br />
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So that is the "group" that will be going with me. But this trip would not have been possible on any level if it wasn't for the help and support of so many friends. People that must believe in Delsin and me... as they have helped out on many levels. And there was even a fund raiser to help get Delsin and I there. What friends...what great friends I have. I would be so selfish in saying that it is only Delsin and I going to the show.... as so many people have helped us to this level and I carry them with as I head to the big apple. truly, going Westminster has been a group effort! So if you see us run around the ring either on TV or the internet, do know that there are a lot of people that helped me get there and they might as well be out there running too :)<br />
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Today was Delsin's last visit to the acupuncture-chiropractor vet before we head out. Del has regular "tune-ups" every 6-8 weeks, just to keep him at his best and feeling wonderful. That changed though when he was missing - as when I got him back he was visibly sore. The vet - Heather - and I will never really know what happened to him but I feel we are pretty certain two events happened to put him in the condition he was in when I bailed him out of the pound: Surely he marked and marked and marked as he wandered about sniffing everything. Massive amounts of "legs lifts" if you will. Heather said he was very sore and tight in the pelvis and we pegged that on the leg lifting. Next Delsin's back and shoulders were really sore and "out of whack". While his back generally needs regular work, his shoulders are never out or sore. It would only be speculation - but he was caught in a fence so tightly when he was lost, that animal control had to lift him up and over the top of a 4 foot fence. Then he would have had to be put into the impound truck - and again that is a high lift or shove or pull or???? Getting him out of the truck - my guess would be that they did not do what I do and take most of his front weight in my hands and guide him to the ground, but rather forced him from a higher height to jump out of the truck and onto cement. I do understand they they did not know my dog, did not know if they would be bitten, and I realize he is 100+ pounds and that is a lot of dog to handle, let alone if he would lash out. But my guess is that the handling of him of whatever sort it was, caused the large amount of soreness he had.<br />
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So, Delsin has gone every week since his wanderings. Both to get him back in shape for Westminster, but mostly to get him back to the level of health he had prior to his disappearance. And thankfully -THANKFULLY - Heather announced today when she saw him that he is indeed feeling very good chiropractically. She did some minor adjustments and then the acupuncture - just to make sure he remains good. <br />
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And did I mention, that from the dogs point of view - they think Heather has the "best hands" out there? Her adjusting technique is very calm and without force. Dogs love it. And their bodies respond. Heather can find areas many would miss - she is GREAT. Locally, most of the performance type people go to her with their dogs. Or at least try. Her waiting list to get in as a client is somewhere between 2-3 years.....<br />
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I knew Delsin was doing much better before we even went in. After 6 weeks in the cities and in circumstances that had stress, both Delsin and I felt it in our bodies. I finally got to go home for 5 days.... and what a difference that made for both of us. He ran and rolled and ran and dug and ran and ran. All the dogs did. I could see each time we went for a walk that his body came together more and the tightness I saw melted away. The fluid movement he normally possesses came back. It took almost 5 weeks to get him back to "health" since his "lost" status, but I am relieved and delighted to see him smile and feel great again.<br />
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Today was another news event day. WCCO TV (Minneapolis MN) came out to do some more filming of Delsin and me for a Westminster story. They had come out and did one of the lost dog stories - and they were great to work with. Reported with integrity, got the facts straight, didn't sensationalize...so I invited them back to do Westminster. This story will air on the 10:00 (central time) new tomorrow (Wednesday 1-8-12) night. For those out of the area, they will have it on their website as well, after it airs. I will also post the link once I get it. Last Monday, the reporter and cameraman spent basically the better part of the day hanging with Delsin and me - even going to Delsin acupuncture/chiropractic appointment to film that. More on that in tomorrow's post as I go for Delsin's last visit prior to Westminster.<br />
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So last weeks press visit was while I was "in-town".Today's visit the cameraman came to the farm I live and work on to get the country dog footage - which is basically what Delsin is. While he loves people and the spotlight, he also loves the wide open space to run, chase, dig, sniff, roll.... you know, be a dog. That part of his life is the reason he is so healthy at his age; both the exercise and the ability to literally "run off" stress keeps him young. The vast majority of my life is the farm - so Delsin as well as my 3 other dogs have the luxury of 160 acres for us to go for walks on. It is good for the body and soul.<br />
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But I came back into town today to help with the final prep before leaving. My new show outfits are bought, as well as the new shoes - both the ring shows as well as the standing-all-day-at Madison Square-Garden -shoes. But I need the little things now that will complete the "picture" - things like nail polish (which I NEVER wear), hairspray (can't have messy hair!), breath mints (do I need to explain why about that one?). <br />
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Anyhow, the two days with these guys filming, interviewing - it has been a blast. Very enjoyable. Only downside is that when Delsin gets to be in the camera and limelight so much..... well, his head swells. A lot. Like really a lot. I have to keep his ego in check, let him know that sometimes modesty is not a bad thing. But he still struts around, telling everyone that will listen that his s--- doesn't stink. He picks up a toy, parades around the house with it, shoves it into the other dogs' faces - taunting them - ...ah, I can almost hear him saying "nay, nay - I get to go to Westminster and YOUUUUU don't!". Is that anthropomorphizing or what!!??? But really, that is what I hear him say!<br />
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The house sitters came this evening which will care for the dogs left behind. We needed to go over details, make sure everyone seemed comfortable about everything, etc. My last few house-sitting experiences were not, well, very good. Bad in fact. Really bad. Three different ones. That was 12 years ago. Haven't had one since. But they are known people to me, trusted, and they love this breed as much as I do. It will be fine, but hard to leave my dogs that I am never separate from.<br />
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Only two days left to pull the loose ends together... and it is already past my bedtime tonight, so I must sign off, hit the sack and hope I don't think about the things I missed writing down in this blog :)Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-88225873486127733002012-02-06T18:42:00.000-08:002012-02-06T18:42:58.836-08:002-6-12 Westminster here we come!Why Westminster one may ask? Hmmmm.... I guess I have always wanted to experience what is labeled as the "Greatest Dog Show" there is. Well, at least in this country. Crufts in the UK certainly rivals Westminster and it would be a bit arrogant to suggest that Westminster is the only "great" one out there. But here, in the US, it is <em>the</em> show to go to.<br />
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My history with dogs started in 1976 (at age 14) when I got a cocker spaniel puppy and started to formally train her. We went on the get an utility dog title on her...a solid achievement - especially for a kid. My first Bernese Mountain Dog came in 1982...so this marks the 30th year I have had the breed. It is a true love affair with this breed, but one that is also filled with many heartaches that this breed can bring (multiple health issues, short life spans, high incidents of inherited cancers, lack of vitality). When my first berner had severe hip AND elbow dysplasia by 6 months of age (Despite both parents and 3 out of 4 grandparents having hip certifications) - complete with significant arthritis - it set my course of seeking out and only breeding or buying sound healthy animals that has the same in their background.<br />
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Fast forward 30 years....to Delsin. Delsin is my "third" generation of champion, group placing, clear hip, elbow and eyes dog. I had his father K'dar - a dog that changed my life with the impact he had on me - and Delsin's grandmother Hoshi.<br />
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Delsin is a nice dog conformationally. I don't like to brag and I'd rather be modest...as each of us that have dogs love them (or should love them) regardless. But Delsin has done some nice winning during his 9 years of life. I suppose one of the highlights came last summer (2011). I was going to a show - our first in 6 months. Since I live and work on a farm, before we left, my first task was to comb out burrs, mud and probably manure and wash him in icy well water up on a picnic table. We went to the show and wham, we won Best in Show - and honor that neither Delsin or I had ever achieved before. Next day we took a group 4, the third day a group 1. A good weekend and I couldn't have believed that my almost 9 year old berner and I would have ever taken a best in show at that stage in his life. He became the oldest dog in the history of our breed to take an AKC all breed best in show. Wow. <br />
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That brings me to Westminster. I always thought it would be nice to go with Delsin, but each year came and went and I never seemed to be in the position to do it. With his age it became a "now or never" proposition. I started to seriously think about it and then I would talk myself out of it: "No, it is too much money, he is too old, I must be delusional". Then I would look at him...there was nothing old about him. I never called him "old" and in fact, would get mad at people that ever referred to him that way. He looked young, he acted young. I thought of the judge that gave me Best In Show - and the kind words she shared with me about my boy. I felt some courage grow. Yes, maybe, just maybe, I can do this. After all - wouldn't it simply be grand to experience a show like Westminster with my best friend that had been by my side for so many years?<br />
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Conformation shows do not consume me or my life. Showing is indeed a part of it, but having dogs in my life goes way, way beyond showing. It is all about the relationship I have with them. I don't "grow out" pups - waiting to see what they turn out like, if they will make the grade for a show dog or a breeding dog - and then getting rid of them if they aren't "right". My dogs stay - whether they are a show dog or breeding dog or not. They are my best friend first and foremost and I make a commitment from the get-go that they have a home here with me, for their entire life. It allows their heart as well as mine bond deeply, neither one of us have to hold back in case I decide to get rid of them because they didn't make the "cut".<br />
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Because of this, some will say I am not "very serious" about dogs or breeding good dogs. When I breed, I am adamant about breeding good, healthy, sound dogs. There is nothing "casual" about my process. I simply don't sacrifice my relationship with any of my dogs just in the name of doing dog shows. If there were no more shows tomorrow, I would be fine as I still have my dogs and the close bond that I have with each one of them.<br />
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I do dog shows because I have fun with them. It is one more place to go/thing to do with my dogs and we train a lot for either ring (conformation and/or obedience). Shows are something we can do together. Like anyone, I like winning and I prepare my dogs well to show well. But if we lose - and everyone loses at some time regardless how great the dog is - oh well, life goes on and I never, ever let Delsin know that we lost. I never would want him to feel that I am disappointed in him at any level.<br />
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So, it is with that attitude we go to Westminster. It will be a GREAT show to experience, regardless. Do I want to win??? But, of course! And we are prepared. But I dare say, so are 1999 other dogs and their handlers. At the end of the day, whether win or lose, I get to go home with my 9.5 year old HEALTHY and HAPPY dog that will sleep on my bed that night, utterly content to be with me, and I will be beyond thankful that I have had yet another wonderful day with my boy Delsin.<br />
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The show is one week from tomorrow. Prep has started. Actually it has been a life time of prep, but the immediate prep before a show of this magnitude has begun. My goal is to share this experience with you - the readers of this blog. I hope you can be a part of our journey together - a fun journey from Minnesota to New York and back. I will endeavor to write something everyday, so you can feel informed and know what is happening. So, so many people have gathered together to make this trip possible, that I just want to share it with all. Feel free to leave comments or ask questions...I will answer as soon as I am able. <br />
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So, join me on a great journey with a wonderful soul by my side named Delsin!Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-60340159087783129132012-02-06T12:40:00.000-08:002012-02-08T07:22:39.780-08:00Delsin the lost dog part 3Around 9:00 the first searcher showed up. She never came inside, rather called to find out what the next area/level of search was and just got started. Around the same time the local newspaper called - Star Tribune - and wanted to interview me for a story. He was great, we did it over the phone and he was compassionate, caring and respectful. And even though I had sent the newspaper 2 emails during the night, he found out about Delsin all on his own: going through petfinder.com. Since who ever posted Delsin on Petfinder mentioned he was going to Westminster - that is what caught the reporters eye, as he had done Westminster stories in the past. "Whatever is takes" is what I thought - as I knew I needed the press the really get the word out.<br />
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Then I had a series of calls from a lady that was in South Dakota, but her <adult> daughter was at a house fairly close to where I was. She said she thought that my dog had been stuck in their fence(stuck/squished between two fences) the day before. Went on to say that animal control was called and eventually responded (after a long delay) and that the daughter saw animal control get the dog unstuck, but they had lost control and the last she saw - they were chasing him and he was scared. The first call the lady made to me- she wasn't totally convinced it was "my dog" - more of "I think it may have been your dog" type thing. But we had a series of phone calls and each one she became more convinced it was my dog - because she was looking at his photo posted on someones facebook page and the dog her daughter described seemed to be Delsin. The daughter had taken a picture of the dog with her cell phone - when he was stuck in the fence. I asked her to send that to me and sometime mid-morning that photo came in via my cell phone. I hurriedly opened it. My heart sunk, raced, and twisted all around as I looked at the photo. It was Delsin and I could see how stuck and uncomfortable he was in the fence. AND this picture had been taken about 18 hours earlier. Where was he now? The photo left me in a frenzy...yes, someone had finally seen him, but what happened then? I called the lady back, pushed for every exact detail as to what happened, but I got little more. They didn't know what happened to Delsin once he got loose from the fence. Was he at animal control? Had he gotten away from them? If so, where was he now?<br />
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Meanwhile, I kept in touch with one of the animal communicators and while it seemed like she had a good connection with him, in hindsight the info she got back wasn't accurate. So my one searcher out there was taking directions from me based on the information I was getting from the communicator. But I would have to say, while animal communication is not 100%, I would utilize it again in a heartbeat...because it was a different animal communicator that told me the day before that it felt like Delsin "was stuck" somewhere...like a fence or something.<br />
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But once I had the info that he had been stuck and animal control had come out, I was all over that angle. The frustrating part was that animal control did not open until 12:00 noon, nor was anyone answering the phones. I called and left multiple messages. I kind of figured if I called enough maybe SOMEONE would answer the phone, figuring that someone actually had to be there. But no one ever answered. I called the police - as it is officers that pick up the dogs. I asked for the name of the officer that had responded to the call and boy, that wasn't well received at all with a "WHY DO YOU NEED THAT INFORMATION???" I explained that a witness saw the officer lose Delsin and he was chasing him and that I needed to find out if he indeed caught him or if he had gotten away. Well to say I had my head bitten off wasn't too far from the truth when I was loudly told that I would never ever get that information and I just needed to wait until someone was at the impound at noon. Without her saying it, I definitely got the vibe: "Lady, this is just a stupid dog you lost, what is the big deal??" It is so unfortunate that there is still a huge chunk of society that refuses to recognize that the bond that can occurs between people and their animals is as strong as any bond out there.<br />
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It was about 10:00 am at this point. I didn't know if Delsin was safely locked up at the impound, or if my arriving search crews needed to up the search and go further away, do more door to door knocking OR??? Another 100 posters were printed up, maps of the area were printed now so we could better track who went where, where posters were put up, what doors were knocked on. The large dining room table had become the central command post.<br />
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Things started to get rather nutty then and I lost all track of time. The emerging of more media. They were now picking up the story and wanted to talk to me. WCCO (CBS) was the first of many on the scene. Another great team of reporter/cameraman. Again, respectful. Asked pertinent questions, didn't try to sensationalize or dig for facts not relevant for the story. But, they took up time. Now the phone was again continually ringing, emails coming in, more people arriving...it was getting chaotic once again with all the activity. My good friend took over the phones, answering the door bell, making a game plan on how to expand the search as I did that first interview. At times I left the interview to talk with someone on the phone that perhaps seemed like a stronger lead, but mostly I just did the interview. They followed my helpers around the house, taping everything that happened. They took their time to get a good story and I was grateful. Again, I felt desperate to get the word out anyway I could. I was feeling better knowing that having the word spread far and wide was going to be the way to get Delsin back to me.<br />
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Noon came and went without me even realizing it. It actually was the reporter that said "it is past 12:00 - don't you want to call animal control?"...as by this point, WCCO had been fully brought up to speed as to what had transpired. It was somewhere between 12:15-12:30 that I called animal control. And FINALLY, someone answered!!!! I introduced myself and said I had left many messages...and he responded "Well, Yes you have!" But he was very nice about it. I asked him "Do you have my dog?" and he went on to respond that when he came into work at noon, he saw the color poster on the outside door of the impound - the one with Delsin's color photo on it - so he knew all about Delsin when he went inside. Once inside, he checked the log that dogs are checked into when they arrive and he saw that someone had checked in a ONE YEAR OLD, INTACT MALE, ST BERNARD! And that dog had come in the day before. He thought to himself "that must be the dog on the poster". So he went back in the kennels and sure enough, the "St Bernard" was indeed Delsin. So yes, Delsin was indeed in the impound.<br />
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The camera caught all of it on tape when I got off the phone. My knees wanted to buckle, my heart felt like it had temporarily stopped - just with the relief. I SO desperately wanted to sit down(collapse really) and cry - to release all the tension that this had brought. But I didn't. I now needed to get as quick as I could down to the impound. When I asked if "they" (WCCO) wanted to come - they looked at me like I was even nuts to ask that...as they reponded with a "OOOOH YEEAH!!!!!".<br />
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With 3 friends, the reporter, the cameraman and 4 vehicles, we descended upon the impound. It is kind of funny - the officer that helped me, took the entourage all in stride and never did ask why they were all there. It was like people came and picked up their lost dogs all the time with the media following them. Very strange but he was also very nice.<br />
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I found out at that point, that Delsin had been so caught between the two yard fences (each yard had their own fence and the narrow space inbetween the two yard is where Delsin gut stuck), that they could not get him out via walking him forward or backwards. So, they had to lift the 100+ pound dog up and over a 4 foot fence. They said he was great during it all - that the only challenge was that he is big.<br />
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After the formality of paperwork, I rushed into the back where the kennels were to get Delsin. Outwardly he looked no worse for the wear. He was happy to see me, but he was also really pumped up. He pulled me out of there - not so much to leave the place, but to drag me to yet another tree to pee on. He seemed perfectly happy to continue where is journey had left off yesterday - that he could run amuck and pee on every tree, bush and fire hydrant as he could find. I think Delsin was a bit "high" from all the scents he took in on his wanderings around a very dog friendly neighborhood. It was an intact male dogs dream to go for an unescorted walk in a new area, to sniff every single place any other dog had peed (and there are A LOT of dogs in this neighborhood), mark a huge territory for as long as one would want. So, yes, he was happy to see me, but he had also appeared to be happy to have had a good chunk of exercise the day before.<br />
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WCCO finished up their report and we parted ways. I headed back to the house knowing that one other news station had planned to come out. But I was also feeling very drained. I no longer needed the adrenaline to keep going while I searched for Delsin and I was crashing. I just really wanted to go back to my brothers house and curl up in bed with my dog, cry, and sleep. That wasn't going to happen...<br />
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What news station came next, I can't recall. But like the first one, they took their time. And I gave it to them. I had needed the media, they responded, this was a story that started out sad but had a happy ending, and I was grateful that the media had come. I couldn't just send them away at this point.<br />
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The phones kept ringing, the doorbell kept buzzing...my friends kept all that under control as I did the interviews. My friends also immediately got the word out the "DELSIN WAS FOUND". I wished I could have called people myself, but there were times I was in an interview and my friend was on the phone telling people that Delsin was home and I could hear the cheering over the phone line in the other room. The support was beyond amazing.<br />
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Just as one interview would end and I would think"Ahhhh, I can eat and relax with Delsin", my friend Denise would say "don't relax yet, another station is coming..." And so it went on all afternoon. The last reporter left about 4:30. And the first reporter (WCCO) was desperately emailing me for photos I had promised, that would ad to the story. So, I now have to sit on email, getting things caught up on that end. I had promised photos to another station, but I could not find that email address..... phew, I gave up, I ran out of juice.... I could hardly talk anymore, certainly fatigue had set in, and such huge relief that I was all but wiped out.<br />
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Honestly, I don't rightly remember that evening. I know everyone finally went home. I still had to take care of my nephews - feed them, make sure they did their homework, get them to bed. My other 3 dogs had been lacking attention, so they needed some extra love from me. I know that Delsin finally crashed himself. He had been a "ham" in front of the TV cameras...loving every minute of all the attention...his head swollen from a huge ego that had developed, but he was exhausted as I was. By the time we both crawled into that tiny twin bed - he refusing to get off of it, but laying SMASHED against me - there was nothing left. Relief but numb. Neither one of us fell to sleep easily. Delsin would suddenly sit up and just stare at me. I could hear him say: "I am really happy to be back here with you". He kept doing it throughout the night. He did that for three nights before he finally settled into his usual routine. But I do have to say, he does tend to sleep closer to me and check on me now more often.<br />
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I count my blessings: Delsin is back, Delsin was only gone for 24 hours, Delsin all in all was "okay" when he got back to me (he needed, continues to need lots of acupuncture and chiropractic because of perhaps the excessive marking, but probably because of getting lifted out of the fence he was caught in and having been dragged/pushed/shoved into a impound truck then forced to jump out of it from a high height onto concrete). I knew that this could have ended very differently, but I did my best not to dwell on that aspect when he was gone. I am thankful beyond words, that my wonderful, 9 year old berner boy, my true friend Delsin, has more time with me in this life...<br />
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Okay, to wrap up the lost dog part of Delsin, I would like to address a couple of things that repeatedly came up on comment boards on various media websites: No collar, no tags - Why?<br />
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For those of you that know me, virtually nothing I do or don't do for my dogs, is done in a casual manner. The same is true for lack of microchip. Before I go further, I do want to say that I am not against micro chips in any fashion. They save lives. There are so many documented reports of animals being reunited months, sometimes years later - with their owners, many times miles and miles away from where they first lost the animal. I recommend microchips.<br />
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So why is it then, none of my dogs (except for my rescue - and she came with one) have been chipped? To understand it, one needs to understand this breed and the health risks we face with them every day. This breeds average lifespan is only 7 years. That does not mean that the dog is "old" at 7 - most are not. They are vibrant looking, enjoying life, running around, etc. But we have so much cancer in this breed that at least 50% of them will die from it.There is not a pedigree around that does not have cancer in close relatives. If one chooses to have bernese in their life, one is most likely inviting heartbreak into it.<br />
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So I attempt to minimize that risk at every level I possibly can. What I do with the dogs, what I feed the dogs, the type of vet care.... I attempt to calculate how much additional risk it puts them at. At best it is very subjective but by and large my dogs have lived well over the average, with the exception of Delsins dad, K'dar - who died of cancer at 8 and Delsin brother Toltec- who died of lymes/anaplasmosis at 5.5 (all my dogs have had this and survived, but Toltecs body just seemed to give up and quit. Many Bernese immune systems just are not strong). All my other dogs have lived to around 10 or 11.<br />
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Microchips come into play here, because there is a risk - yes a very small risk, but it is still there - that it increases the chance of cancer. So I have had to weigh the risk of increase cancer due to a chip verses the possibility my dogs will get separated from me. Since I am with my dogs virtually all day, every day and generally very, very careful of any enclosure they are in and they are never left unattended outside even in a yard for more than a few minutes - I felt the risk of losing any of my dogs was very, very small. And that the risk of cancer in any of my dogs is very real.<br />
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Obviously any dog can get separated even if one takes the steps that I do. Have I thought about chipping since Delsin's incident? You bet! But I haven't done it. While maybe some people will think that irresponsible, until they have walked in the shoes of going through a horrific cancer with a soul they love more than anyone else, it should not be judged. I still see the risk of losing my dogs via getting "lose" less than losing them to cancer and I will continue to try and stack the cards in favor that my dogs either don't get cancer or get it way later in life.<br />
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On to lack of collar. Delsin as well as my other dogs, generally wear a collar with my phone number on it, but not always. I am back and forth with collars. If my young dogs go into a crate when I leave, their collars come off. Sometimes when I let them out of the crate, I don't put collars back on right away. If the dogs are playing - rough-housing - I take them off. Why? Because I had a friend that had one of her dogs strangle (to death) when two dogs were playing and one got their jaw hooked under the other dogs collar. Collars can get hooked onto objects as well. And even though the collars that my dogs wear are not "choke" collars - where they tighten down completely, virtually any collar can get caught, the dogs panics and they can strangle. So I am careful with collars, but generally my dogs do wear them.<br />
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Delsin had his collar off. I take it off to give him neck rubs, which I had done that morning that he was lost. With Westminster right around the corner, I kept it off to try and get his hair around his neck to "bounce back" and not leave a ring around the neck for when I showed him. But trust me, when I first saw he was gone, really gone, my heart sank...as I knew he had no collar on, and no chip.<br />
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Maybe for some there are easy answers: chip and collar. And in ways they are right and I support that. But we each travel through life making choices best for each of us due to our own experiences in life. All choices carry risk of some sort or another. And it is up to each of us to weigh those risks and not judge others who choose different risks than their own.<br />
<br />Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-14291517346764275662012-01-19T08:45:00.000-08:002012-01-19T08:45:03.506-08:001-19-12 Delsin the lost dog - part 2It is now getting to be later in the afternoon and people are still arriving to help search for Delsin. Two phone lines were ringing pretty much non-stop. Many people called that I didn't know to tell me the steps that needed to be taken to get the word out. Some people just wanted to let me know I was in their prayers.<br />
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But despite my heart hoping with each time the phone rang that someone had spotted Delsin, that call never came. I was fully in "fix-it" mode" and utilizing the internet at every conceivable angle to get the word out further and further. Email after email came in - again will wishers and those giving advice. I had a hard time keeping up with email and phone calls. The email inbox filled to its maximum several times and I had to repeatedly delete messages to keep in open and not have emails bounce.<br />
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One of my friends had contacted Bloomington animals control almost immediately after he left the yard with a detailed description. I later in the day followed up with calling the police and giving them a full description. I asked at that point if I would be called day or night, if they found him. I was told yes.<br />
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I made contact with 3 separate animals communicators. Each said Delsin was alive and that he was actually just "out for a walk" and enjoying all the smells. They said he was not upset or scared. That eased my fears some - as I didn't like the idea he was running scared in an area he did not know. As they day wore on, each communicator kept me posted as to what they felt Delsin was saying. Sometime later in the afternoon, one of the communicators came back with "he feels 'stuck' to me - like he is in an area, like a fence? and can't get out. He can't figure out how to get out". While that could mean a lot of things, I wondered if he had gotten into or put into someones fenced yard and now couldn't leave it.<br />
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There were friends of mine that just took control of areas I couldn't do - like overseeing the searchers in the search party to keep them organized and make sure all areas were searched. Some female dogs came - to help spread their scent around so Delsin would follow it home. Everyone outside walked, walked, walked, walked. They would come inside in shifts to warm up, but then without being asked, go hit the streets again. "Missing Dog Posters" had arrived early in the afternoon - as a friend took the initiative to put together a color poster with Delsin's picture and print out 100. As people walked and drove the neighborhood, poster were put up. We ran out of posters late in the afternoon and someone went to print 100 more.<br />
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Darkness settled in, but the searchers stayed out - now with flashlights. There were other friends that couldn't join the search but took it upon themselves to get Delsin listed on Findfido.com and findtoto.com. Toto is a pay for service that does automated calling all residents within whatever radius one pays for - letting the entire neighborhood know that Delsin is lost and how to reach me. Despite him being signed up for that service on Tuesday late afternoon, the automated calls did not start until Wednesday morning. That was a disappointment with that service.<br />
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After it got dark, I started turning down other people that wanted to help search. There were already lots of people out there - walking and driving. People had starting going door to door, posters were posted all over, and the searchers stopped anyone out walking their dogs to tell them of Delsin and hand them a poster. I figured the search was pretty difficult after dark and I would need more help in the morning - and then people could come then.<br />
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The majority of people stayed outside searching until around 8ish? Despite the huge numbers of people that were looking - and that the search had begun almost immediately after his disappearance, no a single searcher or people that had been asked, had seen Delsin. It left me and the searchers perplexed and quietly very scared of the "what if's".<br />
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People sadly started leaving with the usual "we'll find him". It was agreed that someone must have him at that point. I strongly felt that someone had him - had found him wandering or he followed kids home after school and now it was after 5:00 and they didn't know who to call. We all encouraged each other by saying: In the morning people will see the posters and know who to call - you'll get a call first thing!!! Before the search fully broke up for the evening, all 3 schools in the neighborhood had posters put on everyone of their doors, so staff and student would see it when they arrived in the morning.<br />
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Someone brought pizza for me and my nephews before they left. And as a final gesture, she drove me around the neighborhood - showing me the areas that were covered, were the posters were. We drove to the police station and followed up my earlier call with a poster for them. We drove by the impound facility. Earlier, someone had put a poster on the one and only door to the Bloomington impound.<br />
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By the time everyone had left, the entire neighborhood had been covered for about 6 blocks and further in all directions. Posters were in grocery stores, school, churches, multiple parks, veterinarian offices, community center, on lamp posts, posted by dog walk areas, ice rinks..... the group had done a thorough and fantastic job.<br />
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Internet wise it had now been put on a huge amount of face book pages - and that in itself is an unbelievable way to get the word out. If there were people that didn't post it on their page, that was the exception.... because it felt like that anyone that knew of Delsin's disappearance put it on their facebook. Another person had taken the initiative and contacted the 4 major TV networks and was pushing hard to get him on the 10:00 pm news. Unfortunately none of the news station picked up the story that evening. Yet another person listed Delsin on Petfinder, did an emailing to all the Chuck and Dons Stores with a color poster to print out and place on the bulletin boards, and called a local radio station.<br />
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The last person left by 10:30 and I faced the rest of the night without my boy. Of course I needed sleep, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Back to the internet. I researched and made a list of all impounds and humane societies that I would start to call once they opened in the morning.<br />
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I had started calling vet offices during the day - those closest to where I was staying. Now I called every single 24 hour emergency clinic listed on the internet within the Minneapolis/St Paul area. I reported him missing, that they can call me 24 hours/day, and authorized any level of treatment if he came in. All that I spoke with were sincere and comforting.<br />
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I tried to call the Star Tribune with no luck, so I emailed them - 2 separate emails - trying to get them to pick up the story. I emailed and called MN public radio. I reposted on craigslist. I went over all the lists that people had sent me on what needed to be done. It was now 3 in the morning. I wished the phone would ring with someone excitedly telling me " I found your dog alive and healthy!" But the phone now remained silent in the middle of the night. I gave in....and laid on the couch. But first I made sure the yard gate was indeed left wide opened - so Delsin could come back in if he wanted to, that the attached garage was opened and the van door opened as well. Lights were left on so both Delsin as well as others would feel okay about coming back here.<br />
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Every bump I heard I was up looking outside to see if I was Delsin. It never was. I slept for about 2 hours and then up somewhere between 5-6. Onto the internet. Repost craigslist. Make more lists of what I needed to do now to find Delsin. Impounds were on the top of my list - as they are the scariest. In MN animals are legally held only 5 days before they are destroyed or sold into research. Time was ticking if Delsin was in an impound. Trouble was, that there are so many impounds and if someone had picked him up, took him out of the area before turning him into an impound - I had little time to try and figure out all the impounds and visit each one of them.<br />
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The first thing in the morning phone call that I had wished for never came. By the time 8:30 came, my heart was feeling a bit heavier.<br />
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to be continued.....Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-42788356324171890182012-01-12T07:24:00.000-08:002012-01-12T07:24:40.933-08:00So many thank you to go out to everyone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
While it is said it takes a village to raise a child, it could be said it takes an entire town to bring back a lost dog to his/her person. There are people that helped me find Delsin that I will never know and if you are one of the people that called just to give support, tell me to hang in there that I will find him, I am indebted to you. I don't know your names - and I am sorry for that. If you are one of those people, drop me an email and I will include you on this thank you list.<br />
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But here are the others - at least those I can recall. I will update this as I remember people. If I have forgotten you, it isn't because it didn't matter to me. It is only because the events of those two days were so intense that I know I am not remembering much of them.<br />
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Here they are:<br />
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<li>Sharon K - she was the first to arrive to help me search and was here within minutes of my frantic call for help. She also came back on Wed morning to help search the neighborhood.</li>
<li>Neighbors Diana and Bill - whom I had never met before - who saw me calling for Delsin. They helped search as well.</li>
<li>Darwin M - one of the first on the scene as well.</li>
<li>Denise P - she was my first call for help. She dropped work, she called the others into action, posted on facebook, posted on all lists she belonged, called the berner rescue coordinator, made up the lost dog posters, and then headed to my brothers house to help do the on-foot search. On day two, she came again to take over what felt like hundreds of calls pouring into 3 numbers. And she took over the "command post" that was developing on the dining room table.</li>
<li>Coleen C - one of the first on the scene as well, she also did many calls to others to help, further pushed the facebook effort that was quickly building, coordinated getting "in season" girls here to walk the neighborhood - encouraging Delsin to come back, and walked, walked walked, put up posters.... despite being very sick. She also called the Bloomington community center to try and get "lost dog" on their Marquee and called the local paper.</li>
<li>Rick Bryan - He self assigned the grim task of walking all the ditches along the roads, walking around all ponds, looking for a possible dead dog. I am indebted to this - as it is something that had to be done, but I couldn't bring myself to do it myself. He walked miles and miles and put up posters.</li>
<li>Brian K - a vital behind the scene person that utilized the internet to really push the search. He posted without question of being re-imburst to Findfido.com and findtoto.com. He also posted on craigs list.</li>
<li>Laura F and father - they came with a girl dog and drove and walked and walked. Put up posters.</li>
<li>Melanie B - walked and walked and put up posters.</li>
<li>Lloyd K - walked and walked and put up posters.</li>
<li>Mike M - drove the neighborhood and put up more posters, and went out to buy more posters when we ran low.</li>
<li>Erika W - drove up from Rochester with two friends (?) that I didn't even know and walked, walked, and put up posters. She also listed Delsin in Pet finders, sent out a mass email to Chuck and Dons pet supply stores, contacted KDWB radio where she has friends, contacted the Star Tribune newspaper, and posted lost pet on Fox 9 TV website. She also posted facebook.</li>
<li>Micky T - also came with a girl dog in season and walked and walked the neighborhood.</li>
<li>There were people from Apple Valley that never came into the house, that I have never met, that simply came, joined the search team and walked and walked and walked like everyone else.</li>
<li>Alice B - spent much time contacting all the media - the back and forth trying to convince them this was a story that needed to be told.</li>
<li>Monica P - long distance from Seattle, you called the communicators for me. Your friendship is invaluable.</li>
<li>Lynn, Claudia, and Ann - all animals communicators, all told me Delsin was alive and was enjoying a romp around the neighborhood. It eased my mid a bit that he wasn't running scared. It was Lynn that said it felt like Delsin was somehow "trapped". Of course I didn't know the meaning of that until the next day when I found out he literally was trapped by a fence.</li>
<li>My nephews went door to door talking to neighbors, posting posters and getting the word out to the immediate area.</li>
<li>Hal B - whom I have never met in person, came Wed with his small cute dog in tow (Delsin LOVES small dogs) to start the Wed search. He drove me to the pound to pick up Delsin once Del was located.</li>
<li>Pat L - who got Delsin posted on more lost dog websites.</li>
<li>Shelley S - here on Wed to help with the search.</li>
<li>Sandy (with Vizsla's) - was one of the first to call once the word started getting out, telling me some steps to take to get Delsin back. (find fido, find toto.com).</li>
<li>Shirley K - who gave me more contact numbers to help get the word out. The call came via Robin D.</li>
<li>Laura A - another avid face book person that also sent a list of "to do" to find Delsin.</li>
<li>Jacqy M - more massive getting the word out via internet.</li>
<li>Barbara O - She also utilized her very extensive facebook and online contacts to spread the word.</li>
<li>Boni in PA - you sent a list of things I needed to do to help find Delsin.</li>
<li>Mary Alice - who guided me on things I didn't really want to talk about. And you remained absolutely positive that I would find Delsin.</li>
<li>Dale K and Scott R - our longtime friendship felt extra important to me during all of the events of last week.</li>
<li>The woman that called that has the website animal-pounds.com. I am sorry I don't remember your name. But you strongly emphasized that I must visit each and every impound and not to trust that the staff will know my breed. She is 100% right. Despite numerous calls to the impound, I never received a call from them saying they had Delsin. You gave me valuable and timely information.</li>
<li>Mary G - so many years of honest friendship - the call touched my heart.</li>
<li>Angie D - who called with support.</li>
<li>Shelly (W?) - numerous phone calls back and forth on Wed, as it was her daughter that took the cell phone picture of Delsin stuck in the fence. While I still didn't know where Delsin was, it felt like perhaps I might just get him back.</li>
<li>Jenny P - I have not seen Jenny in YEARS, but as I understand it, she posted on her facebook 2 different times that Delsin was missing. It was the second posting that Shelly saw on Wed - and that prompted Shelly to call me.</li>
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At one point on Wed morning I stopped answering the phones myself and my friend Denise did - because the media started coming in. More tips, more sighting, more calls of support from people I have never heard of before. Each and every person made a difference - all the positive energy helped bring me my boy back. </div>
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And I must then add the media. While I would have found Delsin without their help, I did not know that at the time and they all came to my aide. If Delsin had not been found before they all came, he certainly would have after all the stories hit the news. All were professional, courteous, and respectful of what I was going through.</div>
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They are:</div>
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<li>Paul Walsh - Star Tribune newspaper. Despite my calls and email as well as another person to the startrib it was not any of that, that prompted him to call. He saw the posting on Pet finders and that is why he called Wed AM. Professional from start to finish.</li>
<li>Gregg Litman - WCCO TV. Gregg and photographer were here before I found Delsin and then when I located him at the pound via a phone call. They also followed me to the pound for pickup. Both were wonderful to work with and it was a pleasure to share the good news with them. I have utmost respect for Gregg and how he interviews and reports.</li>
<li>WCCO photographer - another name that escapes me. Great photos he took of Delsin and I - including the one that was published in the paper. If one has to have their picture plastered all over the media, it is nice to have a good picture :)</li>
<li>Kare11 - I don't remember the name of the gentleman that came for the interview. It was enjoyable sharing dogs stories with you. </li>
<li>Bill Keller - Fox9 News. If there is one word to describe Bill, it is fun. A good way to end a very long two days. Both Bill and the photographer (sorry, once again no name, but no less important) were great with my nephew - who needed a bit of a moral support boost after the events of Tuesday.</li>
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And the contact I got via email...... wow, how to I begin to say thank you? From people I haven't heard from in years, ones that I have only heard of via the grape vine, ones from all over this country, even a childhood friend/neighbor that now resides in England heard of this and sent his "thank God" after Delsin was found. And so, so, so many people that somehow heard about Delsin that simply contacted me because they understood the bond that can exist between animals and their people, and they know the fear that a lost animal can bring - I don't know you personally, but your words of support in whatever form they came - phone, email, via a common friend..... I can't thank you enough for going out of the way to say a kind word to a total stranger.</div>
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So to each of you - who lent support in any way during a really difficult time - my thank you is from the very depths of my heart. I am indebted to you for your help in bringing back my beloved Delsin.</div>
</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-9159603827486539542012-01-10T12:39:00.000-08:002012-01-19T08:45:25.433-08:001-10-12 Delsin the lost dog - part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One week ago today I was in a panic. A panic that most dogs owners fear: their dog is lost. He had been gone about an hour by now, and I held in the deep seated fear of "what if". I could hardly bear the thought that my boy may be gone to me forever.<br />
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To start at the beginning. My life had taken on a significant change and I had been at my brothers house for a little over a week to help with his 2 sons - ages 10 and 12. Last Tuesday was the first day back at school for the boys and I was looking forward to a bit more peace during the day and getting a routine established. Laundry had been started, dishes were done, some soup was started on the stove, and I was putting together a schedule for my nephews. As I finished up around the kitchen - I let my dogs out the sliding glass door next to the kitchen. It was about 12 noon when I first let out A'kash (Delsin's son) and Jyoti (A'kash's cousin) . A'kash then came in and Delsin went out. A couple of minutes later, Jyoti stood by the door wanting to come in. I let her in and lightly called to Del to see if he was ready to come in. He didn't come and I didn't think much of it as he just went out. It was about 12:15.<br />
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A couple of minute later I called for him again. No response. Hmmm. Then I thought he was probably standing by the door at the lower level waiting to come in. I went downstairs to that door but no Delsin. I called more urgently but no response. This was very unlike him. Feeling just a little bit of worry sneaking in, I grabbed my slippers and ran outside. There aren't any "hidden" areas of the yard - and he clearly wasn't there. The closest gate to me was closed and I ran to the other gate: wide opened. My worry went over to a knot in my stomach as I held back the panic that wanted to sneak in.<br />
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I ran inside, grabbed my shoes and my jacket and ran in front - yelling, no screaming for Delsin. Silence. No movement from anywhere. I ran a few house up and a few houses down. Nothing. In that short period of time he simply vanished.<br />
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A neighbor came out - she heard me calling and asked what was wrong. I told her. She seemed helpful, but she didn't know me or know how terribly wrong it was that Delsin was gone. I carefully went to the opened gate. One set of foot prints in the snow - boot snow prints to the gate. One set of large dog tracks - Delsin - leaving the gate. I didn't know right then, but found out in a couple of hours, those bootprints belonged to my nephew: he had left the gate unlatched.<br />
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Delsin is a boy dog - "all boy" - meaning not neutered. He is a country dog and now he was in the city where all sorts of people have dogs, walk their dogs, pee their dogs. When he walked out the gate, he <i>wasn't</i> running away - far from it - he simply went for a unsupervised walk. If he had heard me calling, he would have come. But he quickly went from smell to smell and well out of earshot. I am sure he became "intoxicated" with all the various dog smells that are all about the neighborhood. It was a boy-dogs dream to be able to roam in an area with so much dog activity. I am certain there are many, many trees that Delsin left his calling card on.<br />
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Maybe not all people would panic knowing that their dog was just out on a joy ride per say. But Delsin knows nothing of cars and traffic. I had taken his collar off that morning and he wasn't micro-chipped. And he had never been walked in this neighborhood. It was all new to him. I was new to the neighborhood - didn't know the layout, which was the logical direction he may go, what neighbors I could ask for help.<br />
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I tried to process what I needed to do. I grabbed Jyoti - also a Bernese - to walk the neighborhood. I took her mostly so I could show people what a Bernese looked like and if they had seen a dog like her running around. I grabbed my cell phone and as I started out in the neighborhood, I called a close friend and told her two people to call:one that lived close so she could come over and look, one that was the rescue chair for berners in the greater twin cities area. I also had her immediately post on her face book that I needed help immediately. That was all within 15 minutes of me seeing Delsin was gone.<br />
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I started walking and calling. I was no more than 1 block away when I slipped on the icy road - and my right knee going at a bad angle, I heard and <i>felt</i> "snap, crackle, pop"as I fell an the intensity of pain in my knee was such I had never experienced before. I laid in the middle of the little used side street - writhing in anguish - screaming. I am fairly stoic with pain, but there wasn't any then. I held on the Jyoti's leash as I squirmed in the roadway. How was I going to get back home? How was I going to find Delsin? I knew I should call 911 for help as I didn't think I could stand and no one had seen me fall or saw me laying in the street. But I couldn't call - they would take me away from my search of Delsin.<br />
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After what seemed like a very long time, the intensity of the pain died. But I still laid there. I felt myself giving up: life had dealt me a difficult hand this last month and now my dog was gone and now my knee was blown. I laid there just not even knowing what I should do.<br />
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Finally, I decided to get home. I was able to use the leg - which was a surprise. But not use it well. But it got me home and then I just started to ignore it. I had to find Delsin and no leg was going to stop me. I got in the car and drove around the neighborhood - stopping and calling for him. I went to the park 2 blocks over and high on a hill. No Delsin. I would stop for people walking their dog and ask, but no Delsin. I drove the busy roads, but nothing. I went back to my brothers house. I talked to the neighbors again - explaining a bit more how important this dog was to me. They took my cell phone number and the husband then went out for a walk in the neighborhood looking. And I now had my friend Sharon there looking as well.<br />
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I came in to utilize the internet. It was about 1:30 by now - so delsin had been gone about 1 hour. I knew in my heart that getting the word out far and wide immediately was the best chance I had to get my boy back alive. I don't have face book myself, but friends do. It had already been posted on a couple of peoples face books, but I did a large, general emailing to many, many people I know one way or another. Most were local - some were not. All were contacted because I thought they could either help in the foot search itself or they could help in other ways. I wanted media involvement asap - again because the more widespread this was known, the better chance there was that he would be found and know who he belonged to. Friends posted to various yahoo type groups as well. the word spread - and spread very rapidly. The cell phone and land line started ringing about 2 and they did not stop until the next day.<br />
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I got many, many calls from people I did not know - wishing me the best and asking if they could help. No one was turned down and people started arriving here from all over to help. Many I knew, but there were people that I did not know, and that I never met. They came and simply joined the group that was now scouring the area. Everybody that came was so sincere about just wanting to help - it did not matter of they knew me or not, they knew the fear of losing someone you loved, so they extended a hand to me. I am grateful.<br />
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to be continued.....<br />
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<br /></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-65919273417653194912012-01-10T11:31:00.000-08:002012-01-10T11:31:25.641-08:001-10-12 Delsin the Dog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I am a private person and rather on the introverted side of things. But my dog isn't. He likes the attention of as many people he can find. In fact, just so he can get his people fix, I will bring him into a busy area - such as the main street in Stillwater Minnesota, where there are countless visitors on nice days - and just stand still so my dog gets his fill of people admiring him. I can't tell you how many people have pictures of Delsin on their phones and cameras - people from all walks of life and all over the world. Literally. They see him, they pet him and they want his picture. My worldly dog, all without the travel.<br />
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I brought Delsin up to be a show dog, meaning I helped teach him to believe his poo doesn't stink. Why? Because you want a show dog to show himself - to say to the world (or in this case the judge) "look at me - aren't I the best?" So now when my nephews call Delsin "Big Head" - it really IS big - due to it swollen up in a big ego :)<br />
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Not to say Delsin is a bad dog - far from it. He is fun, silly, gregarious, but also very loyal and wants to be with me 24 hours a dog. A true Bernese Mountain Dog.<br />
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Delsin was born september 26, 2002 - so he is over 9 years. The sad thing is about this breed is there are many health issues and with that, a very short average life span. Only 7 years. That isn't to say they all die by 7, as that is the average. But it is to say that about 50% will die of cancer and that average is about 7 years. I tell people looking for this breed that if a breeder says there isn't any cancer in their lines, that the breeder is either very ignorant about the breed or they are lying. That is how wide spread the cancer is.<br />
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So why would I have such a breed? After all I have had this breed for 30 years. Yes, my heart has been broken on more than one occasion and each time I think "never again". But I can't tell you how much I connect to this breed. My life simply would hold very little meaning without my berners in it. They complete me.<br />
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So while I know I most likely will outlive my dogs at this point, and they may not live as long as other breeds, I may end up spending huge amounts of money to address health issues (did I tell you that a friend of mine has spent over $12,000 on her dogs' health issues with in this last year?), I also can't be with out my berners. So I dive in and have as much fun with them, live as much life with them as I can.<br />
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So with Delsin, I relish everyday I see my nine year old bounce around with a ball in his mouth like a puppy. He smiles, I smile.</div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-477616071993442007.post-61773030709828905122012-01-10T11:08:00.000-08:002012-01-10T11:08:41.105-08:001-10-12 What this blog is<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It was 1 week ago today that my dog Delsin saw the gate was opened to the yard he was in and decided to go for an unsupervised walk in a neighborhood he had never been before. Thus, a massive search was started to find my wonderful boy. In the process, fans of Delsin grew and grew and even after he was found, people wanted to know many things. So this blog is about a few things:<br />
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<ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Delsin the dog - who is is, where he came from and the life he lives.</li>
<li>Delsin the lost dog - how he became separated from me, how the story unfolded, and his return to me. I will also answer the many questions that have come up on comment boards, so people can better understand what happened and why.</li>
<li>Delsin does Westminster - join me and Delsin on our maiden voyage of going to New York City in Feb 2012 for the super bowl of dog shows.</li>
</ul><div>Comments will be welcomed on this blog - but with that said, I will immediately remove all mean hearted comments - as there is no reason to be mean and the world is a better place without it. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I hope this blog is fun, educational and well..... about Delsin!</div></div>Annehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12928170094563784035noreply@blogger.com0