Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Why our first litters were given to new owners

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it"
---George Santayana, philosopher and writer


As (clearly), one of only a handful of truly responsible stewards of the WPM (and a 15 year veteran of humane society work and breed rescue in one of the toughest breeds in the world), I decided that in order for the WPM to have a good start in America (and not simply be easily exploited like other breeds), I would place my first few litters in carefully selected performance homes instead of trying to just 'sell' them.

These homes paid in ways that were far more valuable to me, as a true responsible steward of the WPM, than mere cash money.

Getting the breed exposure is something that money cannot easily buy and superficial 'meet the breed' booths serve no more purpose than a picture in a book for a breed such as the WPM. It must be seen and observed in its active phase to be truly understood and noticed.

All of my puppies went to highly refined performance homes: obedience, agility, TV/Movie trainers, lure coursing, tracking, live performance trainers.
I had very good reasons that have been clearly illustrated in previous posts. It is not a breed that can be simply 'sold' to any pet person and be expected to succeed or even to spend its life there.

It is a breed that must be carefully and responsibly stewarded by intelligent people with legitimate experience and a desire to BUILD, not DESTROY.

As previously noted, nearly all imports have been given away in a manner that would appear (again, from the outside) to be a rescue situation.

This was never the case.

As previously noted, this is a difficult breed that absolutely requires a diligent, upper echelon type owner/trainer that does his or her homework.
Even then, the WPM proves itself to be a difficult fit in the typical American lifestyle.
I have attempted in this blog to provide some of the information required to own a high end breed that barks, digs, snarks and requires the sort of rare owner that, in this disposable culture, is like a needle in a haystack.