Jun 292011
 

While poking around websites dedicated to squirrel dogs in the States, there were references to Elkhounds ["Norwegians" or "Elkie"], Finnish Spitz ["Spitz"] and West Siberian Laika ["Laika"]; I ran across an advert from West Virginia about a half Norwegian Elkhound, half Finnish Spitz. The goal of his purpose-bred cross is to retain the eagerness of searching games of the Spitz, but to cross in the biddablity ["good handle"] of the Norwegian. Whether or not the mix is successful remains ambiguous.


via abovetopsecret.com [Image: dogfin]

Actually, it is not quite uncommon to see mentions of “3/4 Cur, 1/4 Spitz” or “1/2 Spitz, 1/4 Norwegian, 1/4 Feist” et cetera with a Finkie somewhere listed in the pedigree. Some people enjoy the persistent nature of the Spitz, but dislike the fact they hunt deep without ranging closeby– hence the attempts to dilute certain traits while trying to maintain desireable attributes.

However, if the photographed Norwegian-Spitz mix ends up at a rescue, I am sure it would be labelled as a “German Sheperd mix.”

Hat tip: Scottie from retrieverman found this picture when the idea of a cross was blabbed.

Jun 282011
 

See, Riley likes to screw merle breeds too; except when he does it, no puppies died. And he ain’t no deadbeat dad living off of fraudulent disability social security benefits and claiming child supports. After all, his uncle is an upstanding role model.

via meetup.com [Images: Cindi]

Disclaimer: No copulation took place, therefore no puppies between Riley and Cooper were produced at Barnett Marine Park. Thus, foster homes and government kennels are spared of oodles of squirmy cobby blue parasites.

Jun 272011
 

Film: Koirankynnen leikkaaja [trans. "Dog Nai Clipper"]
Language: Finnish
Director: Markku Pölönen
Performers: Peter Franzén, Taisto Reimaluoto, Ahti Kuoppala, Ville Virtanen, Risto Salmi
Production Information: Fennada Filmi, 2004
Breed(s) featured: Finnish Spitz, Norrbottenspitz, Mixed Breed
Availability: Region 0 (PAL) DVD released in 2007
Running Time: 105 minutes

Based on a 1980 novel of the same name by Veikko Huovinen, the film tells a story of a veteran struggling to stake it out postwar Finland. “Dog Nail Clipper” was received positively at the Nordic Film, Festroia and Hamburg Film festival, and won several awards at the Jussi. Internationally, the film was well-received by critics.[source]

Handsome stud, you. Who wouldn't want to marry the devil?

The first scene opens with a bright young soldier departing his fiancée on an army truck to fight the Soviets in the Continuation War. The young soldier and his squad wanders through the forests hunting the Reds until they scatter upon impeding artillery barrages. Once under fire by Soviet troops, the Finns take cover. In a true cowboy fashion, the soldier walks his way forward blazing his PPD submachine gun toward the Soviet line. A sniper, armed with a Mosin Nagant M1891/30 rifle equipped with a PU scope, sights him and peers down the crosshair. The bold soldier swaggers to the ground, and another Finn witnessing the shot rushes in to rescue his downed while sustaining a few bullet wounds himself.

Hero of the day strutting the Pistolet-pulemet.

He ain't no FPS-Doug, or the "White Death," but he sure rocks that Mosin hard.

Note the intense photo-realistic graphic. Oh wait, we're not playing Call of Duty?

Later at the hospital, the hero who rescued his comrade is reunited with his children and his wlfe. The downed soldier, back on his feet again, sitting on a bench in a garden, with head wrapped, is approached by a doctor lifting the burden of marriage off his shoulders, in which the news was followed by an infantile crackle. The head-shot renders the bright young soldier reduced to a man-child.

Enter the imbecile.

Mertsi Arhippa Vepsäläinen (Peter Franzén) did not escape from the war unscathed. By day, he would daydreams about dogs; by night, post-traumatic flashbacks haunts him. His memories seem to be mostly intact, albeit scrambled, receptive processing seems to be fine; however his expressive behaviours left him looking like a retard; and he functions like a child, spending his life as a vagabond, unable to hold down a job. Mertsi finds employment as an assistant of a carpenter, Ville Kuosmanen (Ahti Kuoppala). While on the job, Ville regales about his spitzy gundog named Sakke back home in Kainuu. However, contrary to what the masculine name suggests, the sorely missed canine companion is actually a bitch.

“Females are best for hunting. I wonder how she knows when we are about to go hunting. A couple of days before the season she eats her stomach full – then she stops eating altogether. She hunts better on a light stomach. I wonder how she knows.

She is a good gundog, too. She has such an original and deceiving bark. Even the birds have no idea that a hunter is near and about to shoot.

She is a fine watch dog, too. She can hear and sense everything in the woods. She can sniff out an elk in the east or men working by the river. She can smell what kind of lunch you have in your backpack. She´ll know what type of liquor you are carrying by the rattle of the bottle.

She´ll guard my sleigh if I tie it by the shop in the village. She will even fight a pack of wolves. lf I ever break my leg, or have a stroke, she´ll drag me to the village. Or she will run to the neighbour´s to fetch a doctor – before she comes to save me from the swamp. And if I die before her, well – she will howl at my grave and starve herself there. She will never leave me. Never.”

Despite all the attributes, the perfect dog, Sakke has an Achilles’ heel: her overgrown spiralling hind dewclaws, which gets snagged while roaming the bush.

Oh! Oh! Will we see the dog soon? I hope so!

We shall rule Karelia with an iron (-tipped) paw!

What the heck? Zombie? Looks like a freakin' murder scene. Oh, right... the dewclaws. Bad nightmare.

Fearing for Sakke’s life, Mertsi takes off in the dark of night and boards a train in the morning to Kainuu. While on the train, he meets an old comrade, Eetvi Manninen (Taisto Reimaluoto), who saved Mertsi’s life on the frontline. When asked where Mertsi was heading, the war cripple mentions a logging site. However Eetvi is unaware of what Mertsi actually meant; and as a logger, heading to a worksite in Kainuu, he escorts Mertsi. The reunited duo finds employment under a kind foreman (Ville Virtanen), a Lapland veteran, with Eetvi acting as Mertsi’s guaranteer. Or at least this is how the beginning of the film plays out.

The viewers will gain an insight of the harsh economic climate of Finland after the Winter and Lapland Wars. As the agrarian country struggles to pay off its reparations to the Soviets, her citizens could barely afford food and clothes. Many leads the life of labourers prior to industrialization of the nation. However, the life of living in a logging camp is chosen as a backdrop.

Hi-ho, it's off to work we go.

You know, they don't shout an equivalence of "Timber!" in the film. Isn't that... dangerous?

While Mertsi is the main character and the events revolve around him, one would be mistaken to view “Dog Nail Clipper” as some kind of “feels good” flick about adversity in the face of mental disability. His existence serves only as a mean to drive the plot. The whole premise of the film lies more in the virtues and flaws of the people around him. Those who knows of his war injury treats him with respect; and those who are unaware of his history treats him as lesser. Some are sympathetic, a select couple are understanding, while others are downright cruel to Mertsi. The reactions of the characters to Mertsi’s presence are really what defines “Dog Nail Clipper.”

Before spewing bile about how the film does not emphasize Mertsi’s independence, consider this: prior to the ’80s, many people, in which society deemed unfit to take care of themselves, were usually institutionalized. The condescending attitude of the flick and of the characters within the story correctly reflects the atmosphere of the time frame.

Those who are expecting a Lassie-type plot will sorely be disappointed. In fact, dogs are not even centric to the story– serving only as motifs. Even the main star of the film, the Finnish Spitz, only receives five, at the most ten, minutes of screen-time. Her role in the story is actually quite minimal, and only serves as a climax before coming to a close with the drama that ensues after the attempt to clip the dewclaws.

However not to disappoint a crowd who do not want to sit through an hour and a half before seeing the iconic red dog, here is a series of stills (without spoiling the climax):

A mutt fit for a bum.

</orgasm> Oh, the white stuff on the screen? It's powderpuff. No, really, I swear.

Frapping through the snow.

y hullo thar

Insert some melodic dreamy slow song here. Perhaps a score from Enya.

The mother of all dewclaws.

My, what keen eyes you have.

What? Puppy-speak is forbidden? Sorry.

I just want to pinch her little cheek...

Daaaaaawww...

Are you freakin' kidding me? These things are like coyotes.

Teh cutest widdle face evar!

The obligatory three-second cameo of a native dog.

Do not be misled by the opening scene, there is virtually no action. Most of the film is dialogue, and it is rather a slow-moving piece. Many who are not tolerant of mentally-compromised individuals will find watching this piece difficult, as the main character will repeatedly makes careless mistakes nearing killing himself in the process. However these frustrating moments are instrumental to highlighting the strengths and weaknesses of the people who interacts with him.

What’s my take on the movie? I will be blunt: while it is cool to see a Finnish Spitz starring in the film, most of my brainpower was wasted on drooling over the foodstuff displayed throughout the course of the flick. That and I was blown away by the plumed tail on Sakke’. “The Dog Clipper” is a really quirky movie, so I might have to rewatch to gain an actual opinion. Would I watch it again? Maybe on a date night.

“The Dog Nail Clipper” is available in a PAL-format for Region 0 or 2 DVD players. There is no English dub audiotrack, however it does come with English subtitles.

Jun 242011
 

Found this amusing photograph of the Formakin Kennel owned by a famous dog trainer, John Holmes; also one of the founders of the British Welsh Corgi League. He had quite a menagerie. It is interesting to note while Holmes was interested in showing dogs in the 1930s and 1940s, his interest in the ring waned in the ’50s and focused more on working trials and performance sports instead.


via welshcorgi-news.ch [Image: Unknown, 1950s]

Jun 222011
 

Scottie from retrieverman mentioned, in one of our conversations, one can find a black Norwegian Elkhound being advertised in his local newspapers out in West Virginia. So, while looking through the classifieds, imported Finnish Spitz were mentioned in 1972, ’76, ’77, ’78 and ’83 in Field & Stream. Never once it occurred to me there is a bit of history, albeit useless, in a hunting magazine. So, it was time to look through the archives and people’s collections of old newsletters.

To be fair, the timeline of Finnish Spitz being sold by Henry Davidson coincides with the emergence of the Finnish Spitz Club of America in 1975 and introduction into the American Kennel Club in 1983, and its designation as Non-Sporting in 1988. So the sudden appearance of the Finnish Spitz in the 1970s and 1980s in magazines makes sense.

However, there is a common regurgitation the Finnish Spitz was first imported in the United States from England sometimes in the late 1950s, commonly cited as 1959, by a gentleman by the name of Cullabine Rudolph. I always found this quite particular because if one goes through hunting magazines from 1920s to 1950s, they can find clips of crossbred Norwegian Elkhounds and Finnish Spitzes being praised as being a good gundog. For instance, a 1921 edition of Field and Streams, Vol. 91 (pg. 478) reveals:

Imported to the United States for the First Time: REAL FINNISH SPITZ. Everyone prizewinner and pedigreed-Certificate issued by Finnish Kennel-Club and American Consulate in Helsingfors, Finland. A LILIUS 65 FOURTH AVENUE, New Dorp, Staten Island, New York

Digital archives busting one fable at a time. Booyah. Oddly enough the above advert from 1921 also seems to line up with when the Finkies first arrived in England the year before. Of course, it would takes decades before the breed actually caught flames.

By now, all the post-modernist bleeding hearts abhorring classifieds will be going on a rampage about puppy-milling. Of course, time was different then and not everyone had access to the Interweb and not every breeder had their own website at the time. God forbid if a responsible breeder doesn’t have a website or a blog.

So you ask, who the hell would use a Finnish Spitz as a bird dog in North America? Well, there is one guy in Edmonton who did exactly that. Not only as a bird dog, it would not surprise me if any of them makes it into one of the Squrriel Dog registries. Frankly, there need to be more working or sporting dogs in North America anyway; not that there’s any shortage of.

Jun 212011
 

Tod, my Shiba Inu of 14 years, went in last week for a medical checkup. Lately, my family has been thinking about putting him down due to declining health; so, he went to the vet for a second opinion.

Tod’s breath was rancid, had difficulty digesting food, flat out too stubborn to accept help to find his way to the back door for a bathroom break, or find his way back inside, without flailing like a stuck pig. Kibble consumption reached all-time low, and he refused to touch his rawhides. Sometimes when he slept, he breathed so deeply, it was difficult to know if he was still alive or not. One can see why this was heavy on our minds.

Well, the day of the eye removal surgery three or so years ago, Tod grew a second “tongue.” The flap was difficult to look at since it kept extracting underneath his tongue every time it was touched, so it had functioning nerves. The day of his checkup was the first time the mysterious growth was looked at closely. Turned out it was a benign tumour, more like a membrane, thin as a seran wrap, containing seven cysts. So it was removed and cauterized.

The reason for Tod’s horrid breath was not because of stomach ulcer, like it was originally theorized, but rather since the membrane was preventing him from chewing on rawhides, without accidentally biting down on the growth; his gum became infested and pussed due to lack of teeth cleaning. So he received dental while under, then given antibiotics.

On top of the dental surgery, Tod had his blood drawn, since the medications he is on for his glaucoma is hard on the liver and the kidneys; and liver failure is a common occurrence with his meds. Tox report came back clean. If cancer was an issue, it did not show up in the screen. The vet was surprised the blood results revealed Tod is only three years old.

Then it was time for his eye exams. Glaucoma haven’t gone away, and he lost sight completely in the remaining eye. However the ocular pressure isn’t high enough to warrant a second removal, so that consideration is off the table.

The Shiba is much happier now the membrane under his tongue has been removed. His appetite has returned, and he’s more inclined to take biscuits. Actually, he’s perkier and much more active than he was two years ago. No luck on him wanting to go for a walk without panicking the freak out; or letting us touch his paws to clip his nails, but we take what we can get. Either way, his quality of life went up exponentially.

Sidenote: Tod’s veterinarian, a Norwegian, was impressed Riley is a Swedish Vallhund, and was surprised I found a breeder since they are so rare. He likes the Vallhunds because they are one of the few breeds left that haven’t been ran into the ground. He commented they are “reliable,” “intuitive” and “quite intelligent.” For Riley’s breed, he would not recommend neutering them until they mature around three years old. I will have to ask for his opinion on the elghund and pystykorva landraces.

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Jun 172011
 

Of course, there are people who say one doesn’t need herding dogs for sorting dairy cows these days. Surely, this dog must be sorely confused? Oh wait, that’s right, Sweden has anti-factory farming laws in place.

Here’s a little one encouraging the cows to head out to the pasture for the daily grazes. To be honest, employing a small dog seems to be more effective than sorting out the livestocks by oneself even in a stable.

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