When Pomeranian Lovers Congregate

Despite the inclement weather, last Sunday morning (July 27, 9-12am) was a glorious time for Philippine pomeranian lovers. Fifty people braved the strong winds and rain to make the trip to PCCI Activity center in Marikina, hear top pomeranian breeder Basilio Yap discuss show grooming and watch international handler Faustino Farro do his magic on the show carpet.

About 75 people registered for the event through club officers and the PCCI. Invitation was made in online fora as well as traditional mail. Fifty people came while several expressed regret via text messages that they cannot make it, mostly because of the weather.The weather on the seminar site was cooperative enough. The skies held back the rain from registration hours until the end of the seminar. And then the rain came down in torrents. My party left with less than a handful of people left waiting for the rain to abate; I hope everyone reached their homes or destinations safely.

The idea for the seminar was simple enough: we want to encourage more people to try the show ring. We want to demonstrate to fellow pomeranian lovers that showing is a fun activity with their dogs and that they themselves can easily try it. We want to ease real or perceived barriers to show entry. Two of these perceived barriers to entry are knowledge of grooming and handling. The third perceived barrier is the quality of dog that one has. The Philippine Pomeranian Club earlier addressed this through a seminar on pomeranian standards held last January 26, 2008. The third seminar in 2008, which is about breeding and pomeranian bloodlines, will hopefully encourage and enable new exhibitors to breed a specimen they can show, if outright purchase of a show prospect is initially beyond one's means.

The seminar started with Mr. Basilio Yap talking about general pomeranian grooming. One by one, Mr. Yap demonstrated to the participants the proper ways of brushing (tapping versus stroking). A demo dog (Canton Versace) was placed on table. Versace was shown as a baby puppy but was temporarily taken out of the show circuit while awaiting coat growth. The pup has grown tremendous adult (1.5 years old) coat but is not as accustomed to show grooming as the regular show dogs of Canton. The proper way of trimming was demonstrated: from the hair growing out the ear tips, the chest frill, the hair at the back of the forequarters as well as that of the hindquarters, the hair at the base of the tail, the hair growth on the behind of the dog, the coat underneath the body, and finally the stray hairs sticking out of the round silhouette for poms.

The next part was fun as owners who brought their dogs were asked to line up with their poms and individually walk and place their dogs on the judging table. Tino Farro emphasized the importance of making the dog at ease on top of the table and near the edge. Once the dog becomes comfortable, the legs can then be individually placed for proper stacking. The liver sausage Tino brought surely made the hungry dogs comfortable on the table.

Among the dogs brought in for the seminar, one is a clear show prospect with strong possibility of bagging a championship. They are about a handful more that can also be shown with enough assistance on grooming and training. I hope people become more comfortable with the idea of showing. See you guys on the show ring!

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Pet Photography

Capturing the essence of my dogs in photos has always been a fascination of mine. I have a clear picture in my head of how the shot should look like, but unfortunately, I do not have the equipment and four hands to hold the dog while clicking the camera. So I did the next best thing and requested a friend to help me in this endeavor.

I asked my friend Dino Ordonez to use some of my dogs as model subjects with the request that the following shots be made: side view profile of the dog showing the body proportions and stance, close-up face shots, and candid photos exhibiting the individual antics and quirkiness of my dogs. And so I waked up early Saturday morning for this photo shoot. The shoot started off well with nice photos of my sheltie Sofia under the after rain, sunless but clear morning sky. And then it drizzled. It took the quickness and inventiveness of my friend Dino to capture on memory card five other dogs within the erratic moments that the sun pierces through the clouds and rain.

Despite the uncooperative, challenging weather and the short time period, we were able to get some nice pictures. Obviously, the new pictures where a lot better in quality and composition to the stolen shots I took of my dogs. I particularly like the face of Bart in the profile photo. The fire in the eyes and the naughty but nice facial expression I love so much about this Philippine champion was captured splendidly in the photo. I also like the the profile and head shot of my Sheltie Sofia, particularly the lighting, the play of colors and the whimsy of the white flowers in the background.

So Dino, the job has begun. I have other dogs awaiting better photographs, and I want more shots of the first batch of dogs. I know you will hate me for this, but I give credit where it is due. My friend's multiply site is dinotante.multiply.com. Hey, my dogs deserve space in your multiply site. Update it man.

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Bart Becomes a Champion!

In December 2006, I started showing 5-month old Canton Latin King in the baby puppy class. He just came from heavy puppy shed and an unfortunate accident where he broke both major bones (radius and ulna) in one leg. A very active dog, Bart was already walking without a splint four days after the accident. There was initial calcification of bones around the fractures, but it disappeared a month after the incident and he trotted as if he never had fractures.

As a baby puppy exhibit, Bart already showed the promise of the standard double coat - very harsh top coat and soft undercoat. His eyes beamed with vitality matched only by his vigorous gait. The only thing to work on was his stubborn refusal to let others examine his mouth. He did not have competition in his lone show as baby puppy, but I was happy to see that he loves the show ring.

Bart came back into the show ring as a 9-month old puppy in March 2007. He won reserve winners dog in his first foray into the regular class. His first pair of single points came during a PCCI and AKU show where Japanese judges / pomeranian specialists put him ahead of a related dog which eventually become a champion. His pointed wins are listed below:

June 24, 2007: Bart won Winner's Dog under Japanese judges Mr. Hideo Tateyama and Mr. Sadao Kobayashi, both pomeranian specialists, during the June AKU and PCCI shows held in the PCCI Activity Center, Marikina. Bart got a point each from the 2 judges.

July 28, 2007: Bart won Winner's Dog, Best of Winners, Best Philippine-bred and Runner-up Best of Breed under Filipino judge Dr. Jose Mendiola during the all-breed show sponsored by the Beagle Fanciers Club Inc in Tiendesitas, Pasig. Bart got 5-points, his first major win, bringing up his championship tally to 7 points.

November 24, 2007: Bart won Winner's Dog and Best of Winners under Korean judge and prominent pomeranian breeder Jung-Hoon Choi during the all-breed show sponsored by the Chihuahua Federation of the Philippines in Tiendesitas. Bart got 3 points, his second major win, bringing his championship points total to 10 points.

April 5, 2008: Bart was the lone male regular entry but he won Best of Winners to get the same 5 point win as the Winners Bitch. He won under judge Michael Hollobone during the show sponsored by the Philippine Siberian Husky Owners.

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When Monopoly is Better

As former student and teacher of economics, I am a strong advocate of competition and the power of competitive markets to advance societal welfare. However, I also understand that in the real world, there are cases where competitive markets fail and that some form of monopoly is inevitable and even the better alternative. One instance where competitive market fails is when economies of scale exist in an industry, i.e. a firm actually becomes more cost-efficient the bigger they become. In such an industry, it makes economic sense to have just one player. I believe scale economies exist in the canine pedigree registry and the championship titling system “industries”.

A duopoly in the registry and titling system only implies waste of scarce societal resources – two sets of overhead costs for essentially the same services demanded. If two clubs are offering the same services, both sets of players can actually gain more if they band together, share administrative costs and revenues, and provide a single set of services. The reality is that there are two clubs now – a result more of difference in vision rather than the pursuit of the optimal set-up. Personally, I would rather see competition in the election of officers of a single club. This is how this natural monopoly is supposed to be regulated. Since there are 2 clubs now in existence, I simply watch with keen interest the on-going developments.

There are 3 simple scenarios how this game will play out. One, PCCI remains the dominant club. Two, both clubs become equals. Three, AKCUPI replaces PCCI as the dominant club. In all scenarios, society loses because significant resources are channeled into club promotional activities. Customers bear this additional cost. Costs escalate as both clubs reach equal status. Aside from promotional costs, customers may end up with the sad state of maintaining two sets of pedigrees and titles. As a customer, I dread this scenario. The returns to the club itself will depend on who becomes dominant.

In my opinion, the likely scenario is that a single dominant club will ultimately prevail in the market for legitimate pedigree and valued championship titles. The only way a second club can continue to exist is for it to segment the market and differentiate its product. Mostly likely, market will be segmented between pedigree purists and cost-conscious commercial breeders. Product differentiation will manifest itself as battle between first class and second-class pedigrees and titles. In a perfect world where pet buyers are knowledgeable, there is no room for commercial breeders and second-class papers and titles. Since this is an imperfect world, there will be one esteemed club and a lesser club. There will be an AKC and a UKC. It will be a fierce battle, with few winners, bitter losers, and customers as unwitting victims. Our only consolation is that we customers can influence the outcome with our wise patronage.

Part of me still dreams of the day we shall all realise that our common interests are best served by one club only. May that be the club that we all deserve.

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Bart chosen Best of Winners in Chi Fed Show

Canton Latin King (Bart) was chosen Winners Dog and Best of Winners during the all-breed show sponsored by the Chihuahua Federation of the Philippines held at Tiendesitas. He won 3 points (a major win) under Korean Judge and prominent pomeranian breeder Jung Hoon Choi. This latest feat is Bart's second major win and brings Bart's championship points to a total of 10. Five minor points to go before his championship!

The win was a pleasant surprise considering that we are not even certain that we can make it to the show on time and that Bart was minimally groomed. Apparently, two weeks of no bath and absence of any grooming product on the coat actually do wonders for his harsh textured coat.

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The Price of Beauty

Grooming is the price of beauty. This rings true for imperial dog Shih Tzu. The long, shiny flowing hair that sways with the dog’s jaunty trot is a product of hours of brushing, bathing and blow drying. This ancient dog is meant for the appreciation of the imperial family, assisted by court attendants to the dogs. The modern shih tzu is not for everyone – it deserves only those who have the time and resources to groom the dog.

The shih tzu is the fastest mover in the lucrative pet trade. People easily fall for the furry coat, big eyes, and nice color patterns. Buyers rarely realize that these cute furballs double or triple in size, grow floor length hair, and love to wet and smudge their long facial hair. Some owners don’t even realize that they have to brush the dog!

A shih tzu owner and grooming client texted me earlier that his dog hates and itches from its new skinhead cut. This former client went to a commercial groomer after I regretfully told him that I am lying low on grooming on account of new and expected puppy litters. Over short message service (SMS), I proceeded to explain to him that hair is vital protection against dirt, heat, cold, dryness, pests and other evils in the world. I then advised him to bathe the itching dog with moisturizing shampoo and keep him indoors until the coat grows back. I was taken aback when he asked me what brush to use. This was a multi-visit client who even watched the whole grooming process in at least 2 occasions. Throughout the process I was explaining not only the whats and hows of grooming, but more importantly the whys.

I lament the forgetfulness or unawareness, if not the lack of will and responsibility to study the grooming and care requirements of the breed. I feel I was facing a generation of new owners of long-coated, purebred dogs – owners who grew up with smooth-coated native dogs capable of fending for themselves. I am glad that they have discovered and joined the purebred dog fancy, but I hope they put more time in selecting and studying breeds, and that there are more resources for them to learn proper care.

I lament the practice of shaving down a matted dog. I have been in Tiendesitas often enough to see scores of shih tzus, poodles, terriers and even Pomeranians shaved down. The shih tzu is supposed to be painstakingly de-matted, pet poodles trimmed, terriers stripped and Pomeranians simply brushed. Shaving dogs bald robs them of protection and leave them vulnerable. Dog coat is normally comprised of the thicker, shinier guard hairs and the soft, cottony undercoat. In double coats, the distinction is pronounced; in single-coats, the hair types are almost indistinguishable. For both coat types, shaving down has been observed to inhibit the re-growth of the protective guard hairs and the profusion of cottony and tangle-happy undercoat. The theory is that shaving changes the skin temperature and kills some of the hair follicles. Shaving exacerbates what it is supposed to address – matting. Once a long-coat owner decides to shave his dog, he subjects himself to the hapless cycle of matting and shaving. Once a prospective client asked me to shave down his shih tzu. I explained that it is not advisable and he asked me “what if the clients want it that way?” I responded that as a matter of principle, I would have to decline.

Shaving is the last resort to a heavily matted dog – a condition which should not have happened in the first place. Shaving is also the refuge of the lazy and the time-strapped. It takes minutes to blade away matted coat, but hours to de-matt strand by strand. Faced with stiff competition and depressed service price, the commercial groomer is enticed to groom as many dogs in less possible time.

For pet shih tzu, I actually advise keeping the hair long – the long guard hairs keeps the undercoat safely down under. The owner just has to brush down into the undercoat – something many shih tzu owners often forget. Done properly, the effort involved in maintaining long hair is less compared to maintaining puppy coats where undercoats are exposed. Puppy cuts require frequent trips to the groomer. Besides, puppy cuts look good only on short-backed, plump shih tzus, but look horrible and dachshund-like on short-legged, long-bodied specimens. More importantly, if you cannot maintain a long coat, why choose one in the first place? If you think floor-length hair is too much to handle, you may trim the hair an inch or two, but please do not cut so much that the undercoat is exposed. Another pet style I like for shih tzu is what I call the cocker cut – long coat on body, chest and legs, trimmed muzzle, long ears, and trimmed or beribboned head.

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Label Him a Professional Breeder

The Beauty and Tyranny of Labels

We make sense of our world through labels. Language – a meaningful set of words or labels – allows us to associate objects, events, thoughts and emotions with mutually-agreed upon sounds or letters, and to use the same to communicate with people who share our language. With our language we label things important to us. This is the beauty of language – of words and labels. Thus, we have family, partner, friends, house, hobbies, pets, etc.

Within the dog-and-human realm, labels also proliferate. We profess to be dog lovers. Some are breeders, exhibitors and animal welfare advocates. We have trainers, groomers and veterinarians. These are the good labels – we value or take pride in knowing or carrying one of these labels. At the other end of the spectrum are the notorious labels – pet abusers, backyard breeders and puppy millers. I believe these people deserve the stigma attached to their labels.

It is in the gray areas of the dog world that we find the injustice or tyranny of labels. Within the pet dog world, two strong tides of public opinion are pervasive. First, human society’s widespread and deepening love affair with dogs brought forth a growing cadre of enthusiasts who go the extra mile for their companion dogs. Second, the irresponsible acts and the continued profitability of puppy millers leave a bad taste in the mouth of the dog-loving populace.

For the love of their dogs, many dog owners buy super premium food; hire the services of a top-notch vet and groomer; and spend a fortune on dog clothes, grooming products and canine equipment. For these people, their dogs deserve only the best. Man’s growing material affluence allows this group of owners to carry-on with these activities with passion. Intrinsically, there is nothing wrong with these pursuits – the dog lovers are simply sharing the fruits of their material success or hard-earned labor with their well-loved doggie companions. Difficulty only arises when other dog lovers are compared with this group. Here lies the tyranny of labels. There is silent pressure to provide one’s dog with the best available care. To give less is to love your dog less. It is also this social pressure that causes the cost of dog care to escalate. Manufacturers and service provides know that dog lovers are a captive, price-insensitive market. While all true dog lovers want the best for their dogs, dog owners differ on their capacity to provide. This social reality is a given. We hope to remove the stigma though – the unjust label that those who provide their dogs with simpler products and services love their dog less. Beneath the thinness or thickness of one’s wallet lies the one label that truly matters – “dog caring person”.

The other wave of opinion stems from the public’s outrage over irresponsible practices of puppy millers. The dog-loving public decries seeing sickly, frail and substandard puppies being peddled by puppy millers through online ads and dingy pet shops. These poorly bred pups often end in clueless pet homes. The public outcry is understandable. Puppy milling is wanton disregard of breed standards, health concerns, and basic honesty – all in pursuit of easy profit. Dog breeding is turned into lucrative business by unscrupulous puppy millers. The outrage and the opinion backlash are such that anyone who makes money from breeding dogs becomes suspect.


In Search of A Label

A dichotomy exists in the dog breeding world. Hobby breeders vs puppy millers. Responsible breeders vs irresponsible breeders. Rightly or wrongly, the responsible label is accorded to the hobby breeders while the irresponsible tag is put on puppy millers. There is no doubt about the puppy millers’ tag. On the other hand, the dog world lauds the efforts of the hobby breeders who use personal resources to improve the breed. That the hobby breeders often times suffer net financial loss in this noble pursuit only makes their efforts more laudable.
I admire the dedication of hobby breeders and consider myself as one. On the other hand, I cringe at puppy milling and pray for karmic retribution. Nonetheless, I honestly find the following statements unsettling: “One should not make money out of dogs”. “Dog breeding is about improving the breed; it is not meant to be a profitable business”. I am bothered by the sweeping generalizations and implications these statements make.

The root of evil is not money; it’s the unquenchable thirst for it. So is the pursuit of it at the expense of others. As a person who has lived through dearth and surplus of money, I see money simply as a means to purchase one’s needs or wants, and as a measure of work effort – paid in terms of salary, professional fee or entrepreneurial profit.

A blanket, negative label on making money from dogs maligns the work of veterinarians, trainers, groomers, dog product manufacturers, and other canine product or service providers. These people would either be salaried employees, professionals or entrepreneurs making honest living directly or obliquely from dogs.

In a world teeming with hobby breeders, I often wonder why there is no professional breeder. In truth he/she may be out there – silently doing his/her work, wary of stigma, and waiting for the right label.


The Professional Breeder

The professional dog breeder is someone who makes a living from selling quality puppies he himself carefully planned and raised. As a professional, he sets and benchmarks himself against work standards, continuously improves his craft, and lives within a defined code of ethics. At the minimum, the professional breeder knows his breed standard by heart, sets his breeding objectives and plan, passes the professional bar by finishing champions, keeps detailed genealogy and client records, guarantees puppy health and integrity of the pedigree, provides dog care tips to clients, and continually learns from fellow breeders, research and the canine public.

The question remains. Is the world ready for a professional breeder? Can it be done? Can one improve the breed and be adequately compensated for it?

In the strictest economic sense, profit is a surplus that remains from the price paid/received after all costs have been deducted. Expenses include the cost of a professional or entrepreneur’s time and foregone interest revenue he could have safely earned from time deposit if he has not foolishly plunked capital into the profession or enterprise. Should the professional breeder at least break-even, then he is justly compensated and his endeavor is deemed a success.

Babies and dogs have long conspired to entice us humans to spend more pesos than what are really necessary to raise them. Years of evolution gave babies and puppies goo-goo eyes, cuddly bodies and charming antics that we adults can’t help but succumb to their spell. This poses the first challenge to the professional breeder: how do you rein in cost while raising well-bred, well-adjusted puppies? In principle it can be done. May God bless you with strong will and restraint.

The next challenge is determining the optimum breeding scale. How many litters will you have to raise to keep yourself paid without comprising quality and service? While the challenge seems daunting, to say it cannot be done because others have failed is to belittle the abilities of the imaginative, resourceful and determined. For the visionary, dreamer or pragmatist, we leave the door ajar. Should you succeed, the skeptics would be grateful believers. Should the task prove Herculean or too taxing, please err on the side of quality and bear the monetary loss with dignity. In the meantime, we cheer you on. You have been bestowed a label worthy of your aspirations. Please guard it well.

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Caveat Emptor: Let the Buyer Beware

I just put down the phone after talking with a pomeranian seller. He was pontificating on the virtues or inadequacies of certain local Pomeranian lines. I was listening and asking respectfully about the sire and dam of the puppies he was selling, but I kept getting condescending answers and remarks like “Ano bang hanap mo?”, “Chrisden/Canton lang ‘yan” and “Di naman lahat ng pino-produce nila maganda.” I can tolerate lack of knowledge or misconception, but I put my foot down on mouthing of top kennels and champions and masquerading as a breed expert. I am also new in the breed, but I had to say good-bye to the hot air and the rudeness emanating from the other end of the line. This scenario is just one of things a pomeranian seeker will have to contend with.

Almost a year ago I decided I want to own, breed and show pomeranians. I thought 3 years of watching toy dog shows; reading about breed standards and bone structures and ; searching for and breeding toy poodles prepared me enough in my search for my first pomeranian. I was dead wrong. I knew that the safe and tested route in getting good breeding stock was to secure one from the established breeders. However, I had scarce financial resources then and I convinced myself that I should try the small-time breeders first. I reasoned out that if my foray into Pomeranians failed, I had at least limited my loss to a smaller amount and less tears. I said to myself I would just work my way up to eventually producing a show quality pup.

I began my pom quest by browsing through Buy and Sell ads. I probably bought at least 6 issues; later on my wallet convinced me to try the online version. I had yet to discover Dog Tracker Online and Philippine Pet Finder forums then. I did a parallel search within petshops in Cartimar and Tiendesitas (I know, I know, I violated the pet rule book again).

I got my first pom (a female!) while checking the Cartimar shops. It had a champion grandsire, familiar names in the pedigree, and double digit number of red marks. It seemed small and fluffy enough. There were two females but I got the less pretty but more active one. I hoped to mitigate the risk from getting a pup from a petshop. Physically, the pup was beautiful – not splashy for show but within breed type.

A month after getting my first pom, I was back scanning the ads. I was already doing a lot of pre-visit phone interviews to weed out the undesirable breeders. A lot still slipped through my net. I checked a pom in Caloocan and reminded the owners that they had to first transfer ownership of their dam to themselves. I got excited over pom pics I saw in Adpost only to get bowled over when I saw the pups’ living conditions still in Caloocan and the sorry physical state of the spitz-looking dam. I checked out a breeder in Alabang; the kennel seemed promising but there were still traces of spitz blood. I saw a pom in San Juan that looked and weighed like a chow-chow puppy. In Merville, I viewed a sweet black pom that was way oversized. All these supposedly had papers and of standard size. Well, they do fall within Philippine pet pom standards – only these standards differ from international breed standards. All along I thought only the Americans want their cars and most things big.

One time in Commonwealth I got lucky and stumbled upon one of the prettiest pom faces I have seen in a pup. The breeder seemed a caring individual who gave me puppy food, dextrose powder and detailed instructions for the care of the pup. The dextrose powder was for hypoglycemia to which poms and other toy dogs are supposedly susceptible. I came home happy with the find and I lovingly gave the pup food and drink with powder to help it cope with stress as I was instructed. I left the pup to attend a family affair; hours later I saw a stiff body stuck between my gym bag and the wall. That was one of the few instances I cried in my life. My heart and spirit sank with grief, loss and guilt. Up to now I couldn’t fathom why the pup squeezed herself through a 1-inch gap between a heavy bag and a wall. Why couldn’t it simply backed off when it met resistance from the bag? Was it young puppy ignorance, canine neurosis or panic driven by hypoglycemia? I had had pups who romped around in my supposedly puppy-proof living room without any incident. I have used crates since then but up to now, my mind burns with guilt and my heart with grief whenever I try to picture how the pup struggled. A month later I saw on the pedigree that the puppy was a result of inbreeding. Was this a factor? I wished I knew.

Two months after I acquired my first pom, I had to say good-bye to it when it succumbed to epileptic fits and heart attacks. My small petshop pom with redmarks died on me. This was the second puppy death within a narrow period of 2-3 months. I was devastated. Prior to the tragedies, I have seen puppy diarrhea, ticks or fractured bones at worst, but I have never had a puppy die on me – certainly not two in a row.

The events made me reassess my motives and my means. I still want to be a pomeranian breeder and produce my own dainty little foxy dog for show. On hindsight I realized I should have spent the sum I used to purchase the two now-dead poms to purchase a single quality pup from a reputable breeder. With whatever was left with my breeding funds, I sought to seek another pom. This time I would simply get the healthiest pup I can afford. I found a litter happily suckling from its dam. For me this was a good sign that the puppies are healthy and well-adjusted. The puppies were small and healthy, but the dam seemed to lack enough undercoat to produce the stand-off coat and puffy ball silhouette characteristic of show poms. Still smarting from the pom deaths and the disappointed with other puppies I saw, I bought not one but two of this healthy litter. I simply wished to successfully raise a pom and planned to pair it with the best stud I can afford.

I was eventually able to raise my two sister poms past the critical 6-month age. This landmark emboldened me to get another female – hopefully of better stock. I was back to searching the ads. In Commonwealth I saw a healthy, plump, big-boned and doll faced puppy being sold at affordable price. It was a chance too good to be true so I grabbed it. Indeed the pup was too good to be true. It turned out the puppy sold to me was very young so it still looked very cute and within breed standard size. The cute little pup remained healthy but it grew big and tall. The soft baby doll features transformed into foxy spitz with long muzzle, piercing eyes and pointy ears.

I realized I had been stubborn long enough. I followed the rule book this time and got a show prospect male from a top breeder. It cost me a fortune but the pup continues to give me dividends of joy. I am presently showing this male. This male will be a cornerstone of my pomeranian breeding.

I also got another female of reasonably good pedigree and known to have profuse undercoat. The pup is not perfect and the breeder was open about this, but I know this pup will complement the breeding stock I have. I am currently in the quest for an even better female. I am just saving so I can get from the reputable breeders.

My melodramatic pomeranian saga helped me develop an eye on how puppies offered for sale will turn out. The warning signs of undesirable poms are aplenty: pointy and widely spaced ears; slanted eyes with white areas instead of dark, round or almond eyes; big foot pads; puppy skulls bigger in diameter than a coke can; 2-month puppies way too big to carry easily with a single palm; too weak to stand or walk, etc. I insist on seeing the dam. Normally, the stud will be better looking so the dam will tell you how bad the pup can turn out. I shun sellers with multiple ads in multiple forums, certain studs and lines that are favored by puppy millers, sellers who are know-it-alls, rumor-mongers and those who only know the good traits of their pups.

To people looking to get a pom, I say this: Let the buyer beware. It is a nasty world out there. The pom is a favorite of puppy millers who produce pom-colored dogs from spitz-like dogs and over-used pom studs. I tried to save and cut corners but I was burned. Choose the path to take. I do hope you become guided by my experience.

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A Dog's Best Friend

I am a proud dog owner and lover. I must concede though that by choice and circumstance, I am not my dogs’ best friend – it’s their nanny. I am positive this declaration will trigger protests or puzzlement from avid dog lovers. I can be both master and best friend if I want to, but at the moment, the best friend role is the nanny’s and I harbor no envy. I am like a parent, and as a parent, I recognize that my kids will have their best friend.

In doggie speak, I am the alpha male to my dogs. I am the provider, I lay the rules and impose discipline. I decide who gets to mate with whom. At my discretion, I let down my guard and play with them. I decide when the next doggie walk, adventure or show will be. On the other hand, the nanny is like the senior dog – an authority figure like me, but more accessible and nurturing. The nanny feeds, bathes and releases the dogs into the run for their regular play. The nanny is a constant presence – like a good friend.

I recognize that the nanny is my dogs’ best friend so I treat the nanny well. More than giving her adequate pay, I give her the dignity and respect due her as member of human society and as a high-ranking pack member in the dog hierarchy.

Our nanny did not come from a special background. Like many of her kind, she hails from the less fortunate sector of society – a 19-year old teener born to a poor family in Palompon, Leyte. Her only ticket to her current employment is her experience with dogs. She took care of her former employer’s dogs in the province. And so from a maid agency we got her to be foremost a nanny to my dogs and secondarily, an all-around househelp.

Having grown up with a coterie of relatives but no employed househelp, I am very much independent. I can tolerate an unmade bed and not being personally served, but I will not let the nanny ran away with forgetting to replenish my puppy’s water bowl. I can get things for myself but my dogs cannot. Without raising my voice and with quiet strength, I imprint in the nanny’s consciousness that the incident is not acceptable – in a certain way probably cruel – even if the act is a result of momentary forgetfulness and not malice.

The incident above will probably cause many to go ballistic. I am a pragmatic man though. I know that I will never let that incident happen if the dogs are in my direct watch. But they are not and I am partially dependent on others to take care of my dogs. I continuously remind myself that the maid is not me. Try as I may to explain things to her and impart my passion for dogs, she is not me. If she is, she will probably be an officer in a bank like me. While we are equals in the eyes of God, we have different circumstances and experience. At best, I can only patiently explain why things have to be done in certain ways and teach by example. When I see her now examining the water bottles and bowls before sleeping, my confidence in innate human goodness is reinforced.

That our nanny now knows how to professionally groom is a triumph of human spirit – that everyone is capable of teaching and learning. That vocational education can be a passport to higher pay and better employment prospects. I have also exposed our nanny to the unique world of dog shows. Currently I am teaching our nanny the ABCs of canine reproduction – why some of our dogs are bleeding and why we have to separate our male dog. If our home-based grooming business or our breeding endeavor expands, I may move our nanny up the salon/kennel ladder. At some point she has to move – within our household or business or to another adventure all her own. For my dogs’ best friend, I only wish the best. That includes a subsidized plane fare for her annual leave to Leyte.

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Doggie Love

Dogs. How do I love thee?

Many of us profess to be dog lovers, but how exactly do we love our dogs? Some claim to be owned by their dogs. Some throw parties for their fur babies. A few drive miles to bring their dog to the best vet. A number scrimp on personal expenses but lavish their dog with professional grooms and cute clothes. Several sleep with their doggie companions. A few take leave from work to nurse a puppy or a sick dog. A handful lock lips with their canine objects of their affection.

Because I love my dogs, I make myself the master – the alpha dog. I am the master not because my name Enrico means lord of the household, but because I am the best provider and defender for the pack. Among themselves, I let my dogs decide on their hierarchy within the pack. Only then will they have peace. I intervene with dog nature only if it may lead to serious injury or God forbid, death. As the alpha dog, I make the rules that serve best the pack interest.

I come from the school of tough love. I do not spoil my dogs. I ignore them if they bark or yip excessively - simply to get attention. I greet, check, groom, walk or play with my dogs, but I do not smother them with attention or affection. I stop on my tracks if they pull on their leash. I say no when they nip or tear at furniture. I firmly but gently hold my ground when they try to wiggle their way out of medicine intake, tooth brushing, coat brushing, bathing or nail cutting.

I gradually expose them to realities of modern day dog life – that there are other dogs in the pack, that there are other human masters apart from me, that other dogs exist outside the safe confines of our kennel, that they must not cower in the face of other dogs or people, that they must learn to differentiate between the friendly dog and the aggressive one, that cars may run them down if they break out of the leash, that many attractive smelling stuff on the street actually pose dangers to them, and that despite the risks and dangers, the world is still a beautiful and fun place.

I give only what they need. They get premium food but miss out on doggie treat junk. They get a good metal crate for a den, but not a fancy one that pleases more the eye and pride of their master. They have toys but not every cute little object that I see. They get good grooming products but not necessarily the most expensive available. I am not blessed with a sprawling lawn, but I let the little ones run around in the garage and walk the mid-sized ones within the neighborhood.

I love them by letting them be the dogs that they are. They are valued like family but they are treated like the dogs that they are. I carry no illusion that they are humans. They are companions, yes, but they are not meant to fill in for the human partner or kid I do not have. I love them for the joy that they bring me in being their playful, attentive and beautiful selves. I love them for what they are.

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