I made a birthday video! Please enjoy watching me grow…to music! (there is one small bad word in the song, but you’ll barely notice 😏)…Today Is My Birthday!! Hooray!
From the first day we met, it was Love.
Me and Mom…Then and now…
I am all about the photo shoots…
I was born on November 16, 2014
My forever home was where I was supposed to end up. I am sure.
My Mom had wanted a dog for quite some time (since she was 5 yrs. old, I believe the story goes). She was the kid who raced downstairs on Christmas morning hoping to find a box with a big red ribbon that was making whimpering noises from inside (like on TV shows and movies), always to be disappointed. Well, not entirely, her Mother was pretty clear that THAT was not going to happen; like ever. I think she used to reiterate that oh so common phrase, “When you are on your own, you can get as many dogs as you want.”
Mom has been on her own since she was 18, and this is her first dog. (First dog that SHE owned. She and her roommate had a dog in college, but that is a story for another day…)
I am not sure why anyone would not want a dog?
I have heard some people say it has something to do with the word “responsibility,” and the adjective BIG usually proceeds. What to do with them when “the peoples” are away, taking care of the specific needs that come with animal ownership, and the supplies needed to do the job (well) i.e., food, toys, brushes, combs, wipes, sprays, crates, beds, bedding, bowls, dishes, towels, blankets, car seat covers, a harness, car seat belt, leashes, collars, treats, treat jars, poop bags, vacuum cleaner(s), pet friendly cleaning supplies, bones, chews, chew toys, gifts, … the list goes on. And that doesn’t include the other financial responsibilities, i.e., veterinary appointments, shots, township registration fees, medications, added hotel/resort fees…, etc. etc., etc.
So… my Mom finally decided, (at the age of 48), that she was ready to commit to a dog, and all the life-long “responsibilities” that came along with me. Her human kids are now on their own (sort of. it is unclear.) and she spends most of her days at home (she is an artist and works from home) so she is there to train, play with, exercise, and care for me. She recently painted a big lion (a commission for someone who wanted a big lion) and I helped.
*If you would like to see her work:
Follow her on Instagram: @artcistudio
Here is a picture of her and me with the oil painting… I am under the big lion…
Now back to me.
I will save the History lesson on my Breed for another day. Today is my birthday (as was mentioned billions of times this week) and I want my smarticle-particles to just relax. But I will talk about where I came from four years ago…
My Mom found a wonderful Keeshonden Breeder who happens to be in New Jersey, and she is responsible for bringing me and my Human Mom together forever. I will include the Breeder’s website at the bottom of this post, as well as the website for The Keeshond Club of America in case you want to explore my Breed further.
My birth parents both have really long names. That means they have “registered” names. Both my parents are registered with the American Kennel Club (or otherwise known as AKC). There are AKC rules for creating and registering a name… some rule examples: the breeder is the only person who is able to register a dog with the the Kennel Club, and in order to complete registration, they must select Kennel Club names for each puppy in the litter; a registered Kennel name cannot be included in a dog’s name unless its use is authorized by the owner of the name; name choices are limited to 50 characters, spaces between words, apostrophes and hyphens are counted; all letters in a dog’s name are limited to the standard English alphabet; the AKC permits thirty-seven (37) dogs of each breed to be assigned the same name, etc.
Here’s more on AKC registration; Once on their site, you can navigate for more topics: https://www.akc.org/register/
When I was young, I wanted to be a show dog (like my birth parents). I used to play show dog and here is a picture of me striking my show pose. Notice the intensity in my eyes, And my tail set nicely on my backside.
My Mom called it a “hiney hat”. Odd one she is.
This was me last year on my birthday. When it’s your birthday, you get a free pass.
Now, if you’ll excuse me… I am going to go figure out what I can use my free pass for this year. The possibilities are endless…
Thanks for checking in and spending time with me on my birthday! Does anyone else share my birthday? I would love to hear from you… comments are always welcome!
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