There are very few pictures of Clue not smiling. Even this one has the corner of her mouth turned up, as she looked out over the river on her fourth birthday.
I’m going to follow her lead and not be sad that she has decided that no more puppies are in the offing. After talking with Betty Ann today we agree that failing to ovulate is her way of saying “No thanks, not again,” which is her right after seven pelvic fractures and a c-section! She may be splitting this heat, meaning she’ll be back in season in six or eight weeks, but I won’t breed her if she is. A January litter is so work-intensive and the effort of keeping puppies warm is enormous. So she gets a free pass, is put on a slimming regimen, and gets to laugh at me from the end of my bed for all her days.
I am disappointed but, honestly, not sad. And more than a little relieved. When it comes to Clue everything is so high-stakes; I drove myself into a complete tizzy when she was pregnant last time and my disappointment at not having something with spots to keep going from her is made up for by the fact that I get to relax. Conformationally she’s never been better, and there’s no question that I thought she had something more to give to the breed, but she calls the shots on this one.
However, fear not that the blog will not be interesting. There are a couple of Big Things in the works, now that I will not be raising a litter this fall. Stay tuned…