The Native Iowan

Blustery, weather dominated day. The sky is slate, the green pastures like gems glowing with a layer of dew. Birds changing with the season. Our permanent residents are indeed permanent, and the transients fill the waterways and trees with foreign voices. Heard a call that I did not know. I’ll wait for it to come again. But it was cool to hear something “new”.

Of course I am not from “around here”. As an immigrant I find I am still learning things about the local, regional area I now find myself. As in life, I find I am always learning something “new”.

I raise dogs. I call them “Dawgs”. Capitalised. Dawgs.

My Dawgs are big, intelligent, ill mannered, and very, very important to me.

Much like my children.

And grandchildren.

I currently have three pregnant bitches. A few weeks ago I wrote about having Big Red down for a couple weeks of unabated “mating”. He did a good job.

I have never “done this” before. By “done this” I mean have three pregnant hounds, totalling over 100kgs/220lbs, all being terrible bitches at the same time. It’s a bit of a risky chore. The smallest thing can make the bitches fight. Who ever is on bottom gets beat up.

I have been badly bit, by getting between two of my bitches. Friendly fire, eh?

I am now keeping each Dawg separately kennelled. Most of the time. I’m getting them comfortable and secure in their kennels, in prep for whelping.

My two Mastiff bitches were bred for defence. For training. For their size, intelligence and trainability. They are in many ways “dangerous”. Their instincts are to be bad-ass. I raise them to be family oriented, normally calm, normally pretty easy to get along with. Pregnancy changes things.

Below is my buddy, Roger, enjoying Nia.

This picture is cool in that it shows you that the Dawg is as big as the kid, and has bigger teeth. The fact that Nia will basically sit on Roger’s lap, and trade hugs, shows us she is well socialised.

One of my favourite picts..

We are all getting along, I call it Dawg Zen. And I note for the public that all these dawgs are complete. Neutered dogs are calmer, less violent. Dumber?

I could spend time and train my dawgs to be defence/ attack dogs. They are well suited for it. The females are bred for it.

The two males represent my sperm bank. Big Red is a Doggo Bordeaux. Mojo is a Mastini. I have a few years of breeding organised. And a hell of a lot of $$ invested.

My reason and long term aim herein is to ensure I HAVE GOOD DAWGS around me for the rest of my life. AND, I want all my grandkids to have a Good Dawg that is their friend, companion, protector.

I like dawgs.

So we shall have a number of puppies soon. By the end of May/ early June.

It’s going to be fun, exciting, risky, and hard work.

Here’s last week with me and Tellie hanging with my Hounds…

More later