Don’t know if anyone else has posted this before, but the Dogblr Downunder crew were chatting about dog age in human years (also Embark does this calculation) and I had remembered reading that the first two years of a dog’s life were around 25 years in humans and then it slowed down. I did a quick Google and found this handy chart from AKC.


Talvi set the alltime breed record Saturday, and beat his own record Sunday. The top speed for AKC collies (rough or smooth) is now 26.29MPH! He accumulated 103 points in one weekend. 
I hope AKC updates the top speeds soon on their website. :) 
I’m super proud of him. We came with the goal to break the record, and succeeded. 


When I was a senior in high school and all of my friends had graduated, and I wanted a place to put my stories, Tumblr was where I turned. No one at my small town Indiana high school knew I was on here, and it was a safe place.  And while there’s a few more people now who I know in the real world than there were back then - it’s still mostly anonymous. It’s still my safe place.  

I turn 22 in a couple of hours, and I’ve been thinking about what it’s been like being 21.  And if this is where I’m being honest, year 21 sucked.  It really did.  I remember curling up on the patchwork quilt at my host parents’ Buenos Aires apartment a year ago, miserable to be spending my birthday far from home. I remember how badly I wanted to be back at Vanderbilt with my people, and how badly I was looking forward to all of the lasts of senior year.  How bright and brilliant I expected it to be.  And it’s a little bit funny now.

Because that year was a good year. Year 20 was the year I moved past the loss of my relationship with my boyfriend, and best friend, from high school. It was the year I went abroad and the year I came back. It was the year I walked into the reality of who and how God is ever making me to be in the world.

21 was a year of realizing that being that person, being her completely, has consequences for my relationships with the people around me.  It was a year of loving people harder than I knew was possible, and a year of watching people pull back when I needed them worse than anything.  It was a year of learning that when it comes to relationships, community, career - the only thing that gives any of it meaning is authenticity, and I won’t settle for anything less. But learning that, at the same time, at the end of the day, if you love someone, nothing else really matters.  And sometimes, all of these things together can be true, and still nothing can make sense.

It was a year I quit doubting God’s love for me.  It was a year that I did the hard work, I dove deep and tore through the roots of stomach-churning anxiety, and learned how to turn to truth.  It was a year I learned that the most important thing I can do, the only thing I can do, is live loved by God.  

But it was a year I learned that I’m still not sure how to live loved by other people. It was a year I learned that sometimes anxiety doesn’t just go away, even when it makes sense that it should. And it was a year I learned that sometimes, the people whose promises have most earned your trust are the ones who know best how to break it.

And honestly, before Scotland, I hadn’t really come to terms with any of it. I was ready to throw year 21 into a drawer, turn the lock and leave it there.  But I really believe that God speaks softly into the broken and bruised parts of our hearts when we go somewhere new, when we dare to let our guard down a little. And that was the first time in a long time that I felt whole in my own skin again, like Someone else was writing the words for me and all I had to do is step into them. 

The past month or so has been a slow but steady process of coming to the conclusion that I don’t have enough of the answers for my own liking, but the ones I do have are the ones I need. I know who I am and who I want to be; what does it matter how I get there? It’s okay to let things have value in the way that they happened simply because they happened. It’s okay to make decisions based on who I am and not what my circumstances are. It’s okay to love things for what they are, not knowing what they will be next.

There are pieces of my story from the past year, there are days and there are friendships and there are fragments where time stood still, that I could not have written in my wildest imagination. And because through all the late nights and stomachaches, through all the heartbreak and hurt, I still got lucky enough to hold those moments in my hand and let them be real, I firmly believe that Someone else is writing the words for me; all I have to do is step into them. They are beauty. They will get me where I need to go.


Took Jasper to a vet clinic in Tractor supply, I give his shots at home usually but we went in for a microchip and rabies as well as his normal pup shots. He did suuuuuper good! Ignored everyone and stayed calm even with barking dogs and cats around. It was his first time in a store too, so I’m so proud. This dude almost ran him over with a cart though and that really made me mad. 

Field vs. Show Goldens

Hey! I really liked that little lesson on goldens. I have a question though, are field goldens still taken to dog shows? Do they have their own category? I personally prefer a dog that looks more like a field golden than a show golden. Do field goldens still have a pedigree? Do breeders breed field and show golden retrievers together sometimes to get the best of both worlds out of them? If you know of a tumblr that could have a lot more information on the topic I’d really appreciate it!

Hi! It depends on the breeder, but there is usually a distinct difference in look between a field and show Golden.

This is my field line. He’s darker and trim with lots of feathers, but not a lot of fluff. Field lines do have a pedigree–hunting people are all about that pedigree, same as show people! These dogs are usually smaller and more compact, not just because they are more inclined to be athletic based on their use, but also because they need to be more portable! It’s easier to fit a 50lb-ish Golden into a canoe than it is a 100lb-ish Golden! They have more drive, but not necessarily more energy. See pawsitivelypowerful’s post on drive for more info on this distinction.

What a lovely stack, right? Well, maybe not lol, but you can still see how itty-bitty he is compared to your stereotypical Golden.

Meanwhile, here is a show line I trained. He’s lighter in color, thicker, and very fluffy! The show lines are stout and less “intense,” aka more likely to be couch potatoes. That’s not to say that they can’t be athletic–they totally can! But AKC likes a stout dog that’s yellow-gold, so that’s what a lot show lines are. 

Above is the AKC standard drawing of the preferred Golden. See how much it looks like the dogs after it? Fluffy, big ol head, thick body? Pretty different from my dark, slim and feathery boy.

AKC judges prefer the show line, but fields can do well in UKC! Some breeders (and ideally all breeders, eventually) will have a Golden that “has it all” for working and conformation, but–like most breeds–that is not always the case. 

I hope this helps!

Kwispel, Keeshond (2 y/o), AKC Meet The Breeds 2017, New York, NY • “‘Kwispel’ is a Dutch name that means 'wag’ – her rear end was going constantly. They’re natural watch dogs and used to watch the barges in Holland and Germany. You’d have all of your possessions under a tarp and you’d put a dog on top of it – they would sound off so you wouldn’t get your boots stolen.”

Buzz, Belgian Tervuren (2 y/o), AKC Meet The Breeds 2017, New York, NY • “He stands at attention when the cat goes by, but he’ll also go outside and herd up to six sheep at once. He’s also a therapy dog at a children’s hospital.”

cameronsfroots  asked:

just curious why can't tigger be in a dog show?

Tigger could be in most dog shows, it is just in actual Peru where the coated variety are undesired. They’re “supposed” to be all naked.

But some have weird, patchy hair.

And some have a full coat!

The AKC, UKC, and IFC all accept the coated doggos.

Bandit, Nederlandse Kooikerhondje (5 m/o), AKC Meet The Breeds 2017, New York, NY • “When you say, ‘I have a Nederlandse Kooikerhondje’, they say, 'Do you take medicine for that?’ They’re new to the sporting group this year. They were bred to walk down the side of Dutch canals and ponds and have birds follow them, like a Toller. Their tails are attention getters. The decoyman leaves food for the birds, the dog shows up, and the birds associate the dog with food. The dog then lures the ducks into a net trap, where they’re brought to market for food. It’s a 700-year-old trick. There are still four traps being used in Holland, though they now just band the birds for flight research.”