Poppy’s Story

Poppy's Story
When I mated Cleo with Nemo, his owner warned that he would never breed particolours. So now I had my line of beautiful wholecolours, but there would be no more Blenheims or tricolours. So in 2015 Poppy, a tricolour bitch from Minehead in Somerset, came to live with us.
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Poppy in puppyhood
Poppy’s mother Cassie was Cavalier of the old type, and her father Paddy had sired many show-quality puppies, some of which have qualified for Crufts. Cassie was also distantly related to Cleo, whose maternal grandfather Ribbeth Royal Gengold was Cassie’s great-grandfather. Another of Cassie’s great-grandfathers was Jack, the father of Cleo’s first litter.
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Poppy in the early days, aged about 12 weeks and looking adorably pretty and cute
Poppy was very sweet, having an endearing habit of coming to sit on my feet whenever I stopped moving for more than 5 seconds. But it did make her prone to being trodden on, and in time she developed a new way of commanding attention, by balancing on her hind legs for astonishing lengths of time. I hope one day to get a picture of her doing her party piece.
Poppy the incorrigibly naughty puppy
She was also naughty from the start. On our first walk by the Oxford canal, she tried to jump onto a narrowboat and fell into the canal. Later she jumped into the canal and paddled furiously after some mallards, who sailed serenely on and then flew away. It turned out that she has a passion for chasing birds. She also has a lousy sense of direction.
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Poppy as a teenage puppy – and already a beauty
Shortly after that, she and Milly ran off over one of the canal bridges to explore. Milly soon returned, but Poppy was unable to find her way back, and despite all my gesticulations, couldn’t work out that she should return the same way she went (as I said, she has a lousy sense of direction). Eventually I set off over the bridge to retrieve her, but when I disappeared from view she panicked and jumped into the canal to swim back to us. I had to rush back and haul her out for an emotional reconciliation.
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Poppy aged about 6 months
All spaniels are bird-chasers, but Poppy soon became obsessive about it. I began to fear that it was becoming impossible to allow her off the lead; something I would greatly regret as I firmly believe the whole point of walking with dogs is to give them the chance to run around, let off steam and enjoy themselves. Eventually she began to learn that she belonged to her pack, and that meant staying (reasonably) close to it.
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Poppy aged 1
Poppy, who will be two in the spring, is still at the beginning of her life. After a trying (to me) autumn which she spent chasing pheasants and getting lost, her behaviour on walks, and her sense of direction, is gradually improving.
She and Milly have great fun together. I think I will always remember them as a pair, just let off the lead, racing off into the distance side by side, their long black ears flapping.
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Poppy aged 2
Once she was 2, and having grown into a real beauty, I was keen for Poppy to have some puppies. This proved more troublesome than could be imagined.
Poppy has proved to be the Queen of the slip-mating.
Despite finding her a divinely handsome mate; Poppy, who is an absolute sex-fiend at home, somehow lost all interest in it when confronted by a real boy. In her first mating in May 2017, she managed a brief tie (less than 5 minutes) on the second attempt. At the return visit in October, both attempts were slips.
By this time Poppy had matured and I was sure she would make a great mother. She had finally learnt the limits of her freedom on her walks (i.e. not running 3 fields away within 30 seconds of going off-lead). She had good recall, and only indulged in the occasional lapse when the pheasants were particularly enticing. The days when I would end up cutting a walk short because I was so annoyed by her waywardness seemed to be past.
She and Milly were devoted to each other, and the greatest of friends. But neither seemed keen on the prospect of motherhood. Perhaps they were just having too much fun to want to bother
Poppy aged 3
On her 2018 season Poppy, by now aged 3, was blood-tested and the result suggested she should have ovulated shortly after the blood was drawn. However, the subsequent mating was once again barren.
Following further investigations into dog mating and breeding, I have started to wonder whether Poppy’s seasons are anovulatory; in that she fails to ovulate. This would explain both her failure to become pregnant, and her failure to tie properly when she is mated. When she has her next season, expected shortly, she won’t be taken to the dog unless her blood tests show that she has definitely ovulated.