
With healthy parents come healthy puppies.

Somebody messaged me asking what “protocol” 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 Juliette’s 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 y’all, I’m sneaking back into the Juliette series. 😆 It’s 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 Juliette’s 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 Levy’s books still sitting open on the kitchen table exactly where I had left it earlier that morning. The tea beside it had gone…
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘? The deeper I sit with Juliette de Bairacli Levy’s writings, letters, observations, and descriptions of the dogs she spent her life studying, the more I feel like I am watching two entirely different biological worlds standing beside each other and honestly I think that may be one of the reasons…