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Speaking of Swine Flu…

aaaand… we’re back.

I grew very, very tired of the old layout. So… here it is, a new one!

I hope this makes me want to blog more. It’s been a couple of hectic months, but I feel that if I don’t talk about it, my head will explode. Work is fine, but very demanding. I haven’t even begun crossbrowser testing for IE 8 yet, but I do know that my kennel site is going floopy on it. Crossbrowser testing for IE 6, IE 7 and Firefox is as much as I can handle, sorry. Kill IE 6 for good and I might consider ading IE 8 to my list. And my excuse for not adding Safari, Chrome or any of those guys is that if I manage to put up a site that gets through IE and Firefox, then those guys needn’t worry. But what I really don’t want is more trouble. So… Shh :P

Breeding world is… Exactly the same. Seems like every week there is another European frenchie around. Some are gorgeous, some are not, some come from wonderful lines and some… don’t. I do have some things cooking up for this year but they are all so uncertain and full of what-if’s that right now all I can say is that I am expecting.

And I can’t help but mention swine flu. People everywhere in the world are tweeting fretting over it. How about you - worried, concerned, indifferent? I am leaning a bit towards indifference and being mad about it. People are making such a fuss. Calm down!

Why we feed Raw Meaty Bones

* soon, an update about my trip to BH and the dogshows we attended there. Camilli’s Leo is now Brazilian Ch and Panamerican Ch. We’re ecstatic!

Fitting “Poem”

I love my little puppy; she makes my house a home.
She is my very sweetest little friend; I never feel alone.
She makes me smile; She makes me laugh; She fills my heart with  love . . .
Did some person breed her, or did she fall from above?

I’ve never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;
I hold my little puppy and just sit and criticize.
I’ve never known their anguish; I’ve never felt their pain,
the caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.

I’ve never waited the whole night through for babies to be born,
The stress and trepidation when they’re still not there by morn.
The weight of responsibility for this body in my hands,
This darling little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.

Should you do that instead of this . . . or maybe that was wrong?
Alone you fight and hope, one day, he’ll grow up proud and strong.
You pray he’ll live to bring great joy to someone else’s home.
You know it’s all just up to you; you’ll fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you’ve got to get this right,
two-hour feedings for this tiny guy, throughout the day and night.
Within your heart you dread that you will surely lose this fight,
To save this little baby, but God willing . . . you just MIGHT.

Day one; he’s in there fighting; you say a silent prayer.
Day two & three, he’s doing well, with lots of love and care.
Day four & five . . . he’s still alive; your hopes soar to the
heavens.
Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands, day seven.

You take this little angel, and bury him alone.
With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan,
You ask yourself, “Why do this? . . . Why suffer through this pain?”
Yet watch the joy your puppies bring, and everything’s explained.

So, when you think of breeders and label them with “Greed,”
Think of all that they endure to fill another’s need.
For when you buy your puppy, with your precious dollars part,
You only pay with money . . . while they pay with all their heart.

Author Unknown.

Morning Ritual

It’s 7 a.m. and the alarm rings. Yaza then climbs up my bed and procedes to licking my face if I don’t throw her out. Bathroom, shower, teeth, hairbrush. Back into the bedroom. Yaza looks lazily at me from my bed, making me feel jealous just for kicks. Clothes, need some clothes. Makeup. Okay, feet. Can’t go barefeet.

Socks.

Oh my god, socks! Yaza’s favorite part of the day, when she sees me handling socks. She jumps up and down, licks the HELL out of me if I let her, anywhere she can reach. And then… Shoelaces. DELICIOUS SHOELACES. Must be cute. Must be wonderfully irresistible. Must make my human feel like crap for going to work.

And then we go downstairs, have our breakfasts and she goes out to play with the other doggies for a while, while I come burry myself into piles of css and html codes.

It’s been hot

I thought I’d skipped all the hot weather when I moved from Fortaleza to Sao Paulo, but apparently not. It’s raining there now, supposedly, and meanwhile we are making ice blocks for the frenchies and a sneaky staffbull who’s pseudo-joined our pack.

Fun at the park

We all had a blast today at the park. Below are just a few of the many pictures I took, the rest of the good ones you can see on our flickr.

YAZA AND HER ICE BLOCK

LUC THE FRENCHIE AND NINA THE STAFFBULL DRINK WATER

LUC IS SUCH A CRUSTY NOSED SWEETHEART