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Thank you Paul

I copied the title 'NORTH CHIHUAHUA PUPPIES' then Googled it with the word 'scam' in front this came up though it is US registered... https://petscams.com/puppy-scammer-list/northchihuahuas-com/ and this in images

yes it does, what an excellent effort from Sooty Yayyyy

I was thinking this same thing Tassie, it is sooo unusual for this breed to be aggressive, is there a fairly simple way Syringomyelia can be tested for rather than having to go through a MRI?

Наша тренировка по субботам в зале. Туманова Полина. 5 лет. Скай терьер Лапочка(Паррима Арих Яшма Золотко Мое) 5,5 лет. Россия. Петербург. Our workout on Saturdays in the hall. Tumanova Polina. 5 years old. Skye Terrier Sweetheart (parrima arikh jasper honey my) 5,5 years. Russia. Petersburg.

what also works : My Westie, Daisy, was deaf, so if she was asleep I used to gently blow on her to get her attention. Also use hand signals, scroll down on this link for the basics https://www.dog-training-excellence.com/dog-training-hand-signals.html

This is what I normally buy https://www.ebay.com.au/itm/Canine-MSM-Chondroitin-Glucosamine-Powder-400gm-Dog-Joint-Arthritis-Dysplasia/142461207349?hash=item212b598335:g:MkEAAOSw6dNWSkjw and I think Westiemum was buying this https://countrypark.com.au/product-category/joint-supplements/ Country Park are lovely to deal with

This was on the Dandie FB page, you may enjoy it https://mrsdaffodildigresses.wordpress.com/2014/01/12/diary-of-a-young-dog-1898/?fbclid=IwAR01CEO9PZV78KVbsuwd0ocsZBWHKeZR6Ci05hBCKQZibCDr2PM8YQvaOPw Mrs Daffodil Digresses A blog about costume, history, and social ephemera HOME ABOUT MRS DAFFODIL AND HER DIGRESSIONS Diary of a Young Dog: 1898 http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/yourpaintings/paintings/a-dandy-dinmont-called-scotty-monty-millers-dog-100282 THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE. A Day from the Diary of a Young Dog. 7:00 A. M. — Woke up feeling rather below par, owing to disturbed rest. Hardly energy enough to stretch myself. In the middle of the night a strange man came in by the kitchen window very quietly with a bag. I chummed up to him at once. He was nice to me and I was nice to him. He got me down a piece of meat that I could not reach myself. While I was engaged on this he, took a whole lot of silver things and put them into the bag. Then, as he was leaving, the brute — I believe now it was an accident — trod on my toe, making me yelp with pain. I bit him heartily, and he dropped his bag and scurried off through the window again. My yelping soon woke up the whole house, and in a very short time old Mr. Brown and young Mr. Brown appeared. They at once spot the bag of silver. They then declare I have saved the house and make no end of fuss with me. I am a hero. Later on Miss Brown came down and fondled me lots, and kissed me, and tied a piece of pink ribbon round my neck, and made me look like a fool. What’s the good of ribbon, I should like to know? It’s the most beastly tasting stuff there ever was. 8:30. — Ate breakfast with difficulty. Have no appetite. 8:35. — Ate kittens’ breakfast. 8:36. — An affair with the cat (the kittens’ mother). But I soon leave her, as the coward does not fight fair, using claws. 9:00. — Washed by Mary. A hateful business. Put into a tub and rubbed all over — mouth, tail, and everywhere—with filthy, soapy water, that loathsome cat looking on all the while and sneering in her dashed superior way. I don’t know, I am sure, why the hussy should be so conceited. She has to clean herself. I keep a servant to clean me. At the same time I often wish I was a black dog. They keep clean so much longer. Every finger-mark shows up so frightfully on the white part of me. I am a sight after cook has been stroking me. 9:30. — Showed myself in my washed state to the family. All very nice to me. Quite a triumphal entry, in fact. It is simply wonderful the amount of kudos I’ve got from that incident with the man. Miss Brown (whom I rather like) particularly enthusiastic. Kissed me again and called me “a dear, clean, brave, sweet-smelling little doggie.” 9:40. — While a visitor was being let in at the front door, I rushed out and had the most glorious roll in the mud. Felt more like my old self then. 9:45. — Visited the family again. Shrieks of horror on seeing me caked in mud. But all agreed that I was not to be scolded to-day as I was a hero (over the man)! All, that is, except Aunt Brown, whose hand, for some reason or other, is always against me — though nothing is too good for the cat. 9:50. — Glorious thought. I rushed upstairs and rolled over and over on the old maid’s bed. Thank heaven, the mud was still wet! 10:00 to 1:00. — Dozed. 1:00. — Ate dinner. 1:15. — Ate kittens’ dinner. 1:20. — Attacked by beast of cat again. She scratched my hind leg, and at that I refused to go on. Mem: To take it out of her kittens later. 1:25. — Upstairs into dining-room. Family not finished luncheon yet. I go up to Miss Brown, and look at her with my great pleading eyes. I guessed it; they are irresistible. She gives me a piece of pudding. Aunt Brown tells her she shouldn’t. At which, with great pluck, Miss Brown tells her to mind her own business. I admire that girl more and more. 1:30. — A windfall. A whole dish of mayonnaise fish on the slab in the hall. Before you can say Jack Robinson, I have bolted it. 1:32. — Curious pains in my underneath. 1:33. — Pains in my underneath get worse. 1:34. — Horrid feeling of sickness. 1:35. — Rush up into Aunt Brown’s room and am sick there. 1:37, — Better. Think I shall pull through if I am careful. 1:40. — Almost well again. 1:41. — Quite well again. Thank Heaven! It was a narrow shave that time. People ought not to leave such stuff about. 1:42. — Up into dining-room. And, to show how well I am, I gallop round and round the room at full pelt, about twenty times, steering myself by my tail. Then, as a grand finale, I jump twice on to the waistcoat part of old Mr. Brown, who is sleeping peacefully on the sofa. He wakes up very angry indeed, and orders Miss Brown to beat me. Miss Brown runs the burglar for all he is worth. But no good. Old Mr. Brown is dead to all decent feeling. So Miss Brown beats me. Very nice. Thoroughly enjoyable. Just like being patted. But of course I yelp and pretend it hurts frightfully, and do the sad-eye business, and she soon leaves off, and takes me into the next room and gives me six pieces of sugar. Good business. Must remember always to do this. 2:00 to 3:15. — Attempt to kill fur rug in back room. No good. 3:15 to 3:45. — Sulked. 3:46. — Small boy comes in and strokes me. I snap at him. I will not be every one’s plaything. 3:47 to 4:00. — Another attempt to kill rug. Would have done it this time had not that odious Aunt Brown come in and interfered. I did not say anything, but gave her such a look, as much as to say, “I’ll do for you one day.” I think she understood. 4:00 to 5:15. — Slept. 5:15. — Awakened by bad attack of eczema. 5:20 to 5:30 — Slept again, 5:30. — Awakened again by eczema. Caught one. 5:30 to 6:00. — Frightened canary by staring greedily at it. 6:00. — Visited kitchen folk. Boned some bones. 6:15. — Stalked a kitten in kitchen passage. The other little cowards ran away. 6:20. — Things are looking brighter. Helped mouse escape from cat. 6:30. — Upstairs, past the drawing-room. Door of old Mrs. Brown’s bedroom open invitingly. I entered. Never been in before. Nothing much worth having. Ate a few flowers out of a bonnet. Beastly. 7:00. — Down to supper. Ate it, but without much relish. I am off my feed to-day. 7:15. — Ate kittens’ supper. But I do wish they would not give them that eternal fish. I am getting sick of it. 7:25. — Nasty feeling of lassitude comes over me, with loss of all initiative, so I decide to take things quietly, and lie down by kitchen fire. Sometimes I think that I am not the dog that I was. 8:00. — Hooray! Appetite returning. 8:01. — Ravenous. 8-05. — Nose around the kitchen floor and glean a bit of onion, an imitation tortoise-shell comb, a shrimp (almost entire), an abominably stale chunk of bread, and about half a yard of capital string. 8:30. — If one had to rely on other people, one might starve. Fortunately, in the hall I happen on the treacle-pudding, and I get first look in. Lap up the treacle, and leave the suet for the family. Ah. 8:40. — Down into the kitchen again. Sit by the fire, and pretend I don’t know what treacle is like. But that vile cat is there — and I believe she guesses — keeps looking round at me with her hateful, superior look. Dash her, what right has she got to give herself such airs? She’s not half my size, and pays no taxes. Dash her smugness. Dash her altogether. The sight of her maddens me — and when her back is turned I rush at her and bite her. The crafty coward wags her tail, pretending she likes it, so I do it again, and then she rounds on me and scratches my paw viciously, drawing blood, and making me howl with pain. This brings Miss Brown down in a hurry. She kisses me, tells the cat she is a naughty cat (I’d have killed her for it), gives me some sugar, and wraps the paw up in a bread poultice. Lord, how that girl loves me! 9:00. — Ate the bread poultice. 9:15. — Begin to get sleepy. 9:15 to 10:00. — Dozed. 10:00. — Led to kennel. 10:15. — Lights out. Thus ends another derned dull day. The Argonaut [San Francisco, CA] 10 January 1898 Mrs Daffodil’s Aide-memoire: In the course of her long career Mrs Daffodil has known a great many dogs–for example, Wink, the Dowager Duchess of Spofford’s pomeranian, who came to a tragic end when a large caller at his mistress’s house sat upon him, mistaking him for a muff. One of Mrs Daffodil’s previous masters, a medical gentleman with a macabre sense of humour, prized a large black, wolfish animal, which he daubed with luminous paint and sent out to roam the moors at night. And, of course, there was Master Georgie’s wolf-hound, Angela, unjustly accused of killing a fox to explain the blood in the library to the police. [See “A Spot of Bother.”] Mrs Daffodil must applaud the ingenuity and spirit of this young (and surprisingly literate) dog in taking revenge on Aunt Brown and playing the innocent victim of the cat. It takes cunning to outwit a cat. Mrs Daffodil invites you to join her on the curiously named “Face-book,” where you will find a feast of fashion hints, fads and fancies, and historical anecdotes You may read about a sentimental succubus, a vengeful seamstress’s ghost, Victorian mourning gone horribly wrong, and, of course, Mrs Daffodil’s efficient tidying up after a distasteful decapitation in A Spot of Bother: Four Macabre Tales.

You are a dear little one Tuppy and your mummy is all the better for having you because... adopting the oldies is the Best Ever fun thing to do. My lot will be there to show you the ropes, so have fun over the bridge xxx B

I'll pop this here for everyone's enjoyment

I saw this on the Dandie page, it may be good for dogs with allergies. The taste-test is a little silly, my dogs are hoovers and will eat anything, including bandicoot poo and rotten tomatoes...yum https://www.petscorner.co.uk/yora-pet-foods here is a little Dandie who is enjoying it

I would ignore the person who told you 'with the bulldog no outdoors' what a load of codswallop. They love walks and exploring as much as any dog, early mornings in the cool would be best Google 'bulldog swimming' 'bulldog agility' and 'bulldog flyball'...they are dogs, not stuffed toys. I don't think you have much to worry about, exercise/outdoor-wise with your new pup and edited to add... how about some photos

Yes Perse, we're all here except I can't seem to get out of my own way lately; perhaps the heat. I take the dogs walking between 5 and 6 when it's cool. I vacuumed yesterday...it was so hot, smoky and windy all the dog hair was airborne and stuck to me, I kept wiping it off my nose There is no motivation in this house at the moment.

Just out of interest DDD LmO...when I got Zara she was such a fatty, her undercarriage was flapping, she had no waist and, maybe there was a set of ribs but they were hard to find. I gradually swapped her over to raw and 10 months after she is looking good; a lovely weasel shape. So don't rush it, just cut down on her intake a little, use raw meat with a little kibble and add raw vegie-slops.

That is so true about their looks RP, such odd-looking wee dogs but exactly right for going down fox burrows to do a bit of killin' with their short legs, big teeth and weasel-like bodies. You can see how fierce they are in this photo where one Dandie has just made a 'kill'

https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-scotland-south-scotland-46308548?fbclid=IwAR3eVBxRzaq5hb2UyWNVSJEEGA_IC1406irTNLsZGN033Dey7SR0-X1c_Xo Dandie Dinmont breed sees 'light at end of tunnel' By Giancarlo RinaldiSouth Scotland reporter, BBC Scotland news website 3 hours ago Share this with Facebook Share this with Messenger Share this with Twitter Share this with Email Share A rare Scots dog breed is seeing a "light at the end of the tunnel" with its puppy numbers on the rise. The Dandie Dinmont terrier - named after a Sir Walter Scott character - has been described as "Scotland's forgotten breed". Puppy births in the UK in 2015 and 2016 were the lowest for consecutive years - outside wartime - since records began. However, breeder Paul Keevil said it now looked like a "long overdue recovery" was under way. At their lowest ebb, there were just 79 and 80 new puppies registered at the Kennel Club in 2015 and 2016 respectively. ANDY KENNEDY Puppy numbers have increased in the past two years after consecutive low figures in 2015 and 2016 A concerted campaign started around that time to try to boost their profile - and numbers. It included the unveiling of a statue of Old Ginger - the 19th Century dog all modern day Dandie Dinmonts are descended from - at its birthplace in Selkirk in the Scottish Borders last year. Mr Keevil is UK co-ordinator for a discovery centre project dedicated to the breed - also located on the Haining estate in the town. He said efforts seemed to be producing the goods. IBreeder Andy Kennedy said he hoped others could be encouraged to follow his example "In 2017 the annual total went up to 123 and for the first nine months of 2018, we had a total of 108 - up on the same period in 2017," he said. "So it would appear that the breed has started its long overdue recovery. "However, these numbers are still very small, we are still in the top 10 rarest breeds in the UK and of course there is no guarantee that we will continue to improve, we have to keep working at it." One recent litter helping to reverse the trend belongs to Andy Kennedy, with family links to Dumfries and Galloway, but now living near Portsmouth. Factfile: Dandie Dinmont terrier A breed of terrier developed in the border country of England and Scotland. First noted as a distinct breed about 1700, it was later named after a character created by Sir Walter Scott in his novel Guy Mannering (1815). Unlike other terriers, the Dandie Dinmont has a softly curved, rather than angular, body. It has large eyes, a long body, short legs, and a large, domed head crowned by a silky topknot. Its crisp-textured coat, a combination of hard and soft hairs, may be pepper (silver-grey to blue-black) or mustard (light fawn to reddish brown) in colour. The Dandie Dinmont stands 8 to 11 inches (20 to 28 cm) and weighs 18 to 24 pounds (8 to 11 kg). Source: Encyclopaedia Britannica ANDY KENNEDY Image captionMr Kennedy said he had been lucky to get "five wonderful puppies" "One factor is that the breed historically has very small litters, around about three is average, four if you are lucky," explained Mr Keevil. "Which is one reason that Andy's litter is such good news being five fit and healthy puppies, well above the average litter size. "I would suggest that we are off the 'critical' list but are still highly endangered." Mr Kennedy has set up a blog to tell the story of raising the puppies and, hopefully, increase the breed's profile. He is following in a family tradition as his grandfather used to breed the dogs when he was a vet in Thornhill in southern Scotland. IANDY KENNEDY Despite the rising puppy numbers the breed is still considered to be at risk "This is our first litter, we just decided we would try it," said Mr Kennedy. "We have already got three Dandies - we thought, let's just see how it goes. "Most people who have gone through it know it is just about taking care of mum and making sure the puppies are well. "It is a huge relief to have a mum that is healthy and five wonderful puppies." He said he hoped by putting their story online it could encourage others to follow his example. "It is showing the puppies' development but it is also about maybe encouraging people who have got Dandies to breed," he said. ANDY KENNEDY Mr Kennedy said he hoped to find "safe and wonderful homes" for the puppies He said the dogs were not particularly well known and hoped the blog might help address that. He intends to keep one of the puppies, but hopes to find new owners for the others. "It is about raising awareness of the breed and finding them safe and wonderful homes," he said. 'At risk' However, there remains work to be done for a full recovery to take place. In order to be listed as a vulnerable native breed by the Kennel Club there have to be fewer than 300 puppies registered a year. "We have consistently been doing less than 100 per year, and even with our 'recovery' we are still about half of what the Kennel Club considered as being 'at risk'," explained Mr Keevil. So there is a long road ahead for the Dandie Dinmont but international efforts are also ongoing to increase numbers. The breed took part in the New York Tartan Day parade this year and is due to participate in the Scottish Walk Parade in Virginia later this week.

My old dogs get Synovan and it helps enormously, an injection once a week for three (it may be four weeks) then a follow-up monthly. Normally costs around $24 so check with your vet how much for each injection, I didn't have to pay a consult each time either so also ask about the follow-up costs. At least the vet can examine your dog and set you on the best course. I did a search on Dogz and here are some posts (mostly from me ) https://www.dolforums.com.au/search/?type=all&q=synovan

The Proudi rep at the show gave me a couple to try, Henry thought they were pretty yummy but he has a problem called... Greed

I went to the Dog Lovers Show a couple of weeks ago (I was helping at the Sporting Terrier stand, I helped mind the Dandies ) I had a look at the other stands and came across this food you may be interested in http://www.proudi.com/ Scroll down for the retail outlets

This article which 'Dogs Outside The Ring' shared is interesting, it's just not just terriers that are excellent in the ratting game The last picture has some lovely varminty dogs in it https://www.thefield.co.uk/country-house/ratting-with-terriers-26835?fbclid=IwAR0vBiwcLhMPRMiT54ntY8Ksc0_L1qFMHqBOTkp6l0OMyTgsqF4433AmP9A#YYmhG53HTtSmSOS0.01

Thanks Thistle, I have done so

I'll pop this here as it will get more views than the 'News' forum https://www.watoday.com.au/national/western-australia/australian-pet-food-pulled-from-shelves-after-perth-dogs-become-ill-20181107-p50emg.html?fbclid=IwAR3eA4oJz1iNmeCloWvJDw18A7hGChqnDNP5dzB598sWf95nV2UWZOGfT1Q

I can't help you with the dosage but have found this to be pretty helpful to greatly lessen Westie-Henry's anxiety in thunderstorms

Wow! what a neat-looking pup and what a rascal he will be How lucky are you!

There is an old topic here Mischie that may help, though other DOLers will post as well (well I hope they will)