
With healthy parents come healthy puppies.

Tick season has a way of turning a peaceful walk through the woods into a full-body inspection project by the time everyone gets home. Around here, checking ears, armpits, toes, groin folds, collars, and feathering has become just as routine as filling water bowls. The important part is not panic.But the important part is knowing…
Somebody messaged me asking what βprotocolβ I use for my puppies and I actually laughed a little because at that exact moment I was sitting on the floor beside the whelping box in old sweatpants with goat milk dried on my sleeve, one sock half on, hair looking like I had been electrocuted by the…
Years ago while digging through Julietteβs books, old breeder correspondence, and the kind of material that somehow convinces you that one more page will only take a minute before you look up and realize half the evening has disappeared, I came across a letter from a breeder describing a kennel that, by every modern standard,…
Three boys. Two girls. Five healthy puppies safely arrived, nursing, sleeping, squeaking, and carrying on as though entering the world is the most ordinary thing imaginable while the rest of us stand around completely amazed that nature somehow keeps pulling this off generation after generation. Around three o’clock this morning I was parked on the…
A few evenings ago I found myself doing something that has become entirely too common around here, which is sitting down with the intention of reading a few pages before bed and somehow ending up several hours later surrounded by books, notes, open browser tabs, cold tea, sleeping dogs, and the growing realization that whatever…
Well yβall, Iβm sneaking back into the Juliette series. π Itβs been one of those weekends filled with overlapping responsibilities, constant interruptions, and the unmistakable feeling that the clock is moving faster than everything on the to-do list. Between preparations for puppies expected to arrive at any moment, breeder responsibilities demanding attention from multiple directions,…
After spending the better part of this week revisiting Julietteβs books, studying old photographs, tracing the historical world that shaped her observations, thinking about constitution, development, preservation, the modern dog, and all the things that seem to have quietly drifted away from canine life while society was busy calling the process progress, I keep finding…
A few evenings ago I was walking through the house turning off lights long after everyone else had settled down for the night when I noticed one of Juliette de Bairacli Levyβs books still sitting open on the kitchen table exactly where I had left it earlier that morning. The tea beside it had gone…