After I lost my Norwegian Elkhound female Brenne, I did not immediately look for a puppy. But then I dreamed of Brenne running towards me, then she turned into a puppy. I took that as an omen that I was to get a puppy now. An old friend had just bred her bitch so I told her I wanted one of the pups.
There were 5 females that lived and I only had 3rd pick, but I got the most outgoing , hardest working one. She was just delightful. Every thing she did for me, obedience, herding, conformation, barnhunt...she did 200%. An animal psychic said she had the biggest work ethic she had ever seen.
She achieved some big honors, such as winning winners bitch at a specialty, a high in trial in obedience and winning the NEAA Top Rally Elkhound award one year.
When my male Brottsjo died , Brenne was 3. She missed him and was oh so happy when we got a little male puppy. She really acted like an adoptive mom.
Life was good on the farm for the two dogs and they loved to run and jump and play together. They especially enjoyed snow.
When Birka was 11, she was still in good shape and could jump from a standstill onto a stump. But one day when they were playing, she was not looking and he rammed into her, T-Boning her. We ended up at the vet, and a few days later , Christmas, at the U of W emergency vet. She was injured and had neurological problems. To make a very long story short, for the next 11 months we travelled back and forth to the chiropractor, spent lots of money on supplements to help her heal... and when she should have been better, the vet and we realized there was something else going on. The neurological problems got worse. She would fall, lose her balance, not be able to control one leg.. She was very brave with all the restrictions she had on no stairs, no jumping or running, and no collar, or slippery floors. Finally the day came she got worse and worse, and I had to take her in to be put to sleep.
She still had a great spirit. I took her to the park for an hour and a half and took photos of her. One is included in this memorial. She was so happy and enjoyed the park so much. And then marched right into the vet, ready for joining my other dogs at the rainbow bridge. Bless her heart, I miss my bossy , figidty, and brave beautiful Norwegian Elkhound Birka.
There were 5 females that lived and I only had 3rd pick, but I got the most outgoing , hardest working one. She was just delightful. Every thing she did for me, obedience, herding, conformation, barnhunt...she did 200%. An animal psychic said she had the biggest work ethic she had ever seen.
She achieved some big honors, such as winning winners bitch at a specialty, a high in trial in obedience and winning the NEAA Top Rally Elkhound award one year.
When my male Brottsjo died , Brenne was 3. She missed him and was oh so happy when we got a little male puppy. She really acted like an adoptive mom.
Life was good on the farm for the two dogs and they loved to run and jump and play together. They especially enjoyed snow.
When Birka was 11, she was still in good shape and could jump from a standstill onto a stump. But one day when they were playing, she was not looking and he rammed into her, T-Boning her. We ended up at the vet, and a few days later , Christmas, at the U of W emergency vet. She was injured and had neurological problems. To make a very long story short, for the next 11 months we travelled back and forth to the chiropractor, spent lots of money on supplements to help her heal... and when she should have been better, the vet and we realized there was something else going on. The neurological problems got worse. She would fall, lose her balance, not be able to control one leg.. She was very brave with all the restrictions she had on no stairs, no jumping or running, and no collar, or slippery floors. Finally the day came she got worse and worse, and I had to take her in to be put to sleep.
She still had a great spirit. I took her to the park for an hour and a half and took photos of her. One is included in this memorial. She was so happy and enjoyed the park so much. And then marched right into the vet, ready for joining my other dogs at the rainbow bridge. Bless her heart, I miss my bossy , figidty, and brave beautiful Norwegian Elkhound Birka.
After I lost my Norwegian Elkhound female Brenne, I did not immediately look for a puppy. But then I dreamed of Brenne running towards me, then she turned into a puppy. I took that as an omen that I was to get a puppy now. An old friend had just bred her bitch so I told her I wanted one of the pups.
There were 5 females that lived and I only had 3rd pick, but I got the most outgoing , hardest working one. She was just delightful. Every thing she did for me, obedience, herding, conformation, barnhunt...she did 200%. An animal psychic said she had the biggest work ethic she had ever seen.
She achieved some big honors, such as winning winners bitch at a specialty, a high in trial in obedience and winning the NEAA Top Rally Elkhound award one year.
When my male Brottsjo died , Brenne was 3. She missed him and was oh so happy when we got a little male puppy. She really acted like an adoptive mom.
Life was good on the farm for the two dogs and they loved to run and jump and play together. They especially enjoyed snow.
When Birka was 11, she was still in good shape and could jump from a standstill onto a stump. But one day when they were playing, she was not looking and he rammed into her, T-Boning her. We ended up at the vet, and a few days later , Christmas, at the U of W emergency vet. She was injured and had neurological problems. To make a very long story short, for the next 11 months we travelled back and forth to the chiropractor, spent lots of money on supplements to help her heal... and when she should have been better, the vet and we realized there was something else going on. The neurological problems got worse. She would fall, lose her balance, not be able to control one leg.. She was very brave with all the restrictions she had on no stairs, no jumping or running, and no collar, or slippery floors. Finally the day came she got worse and worse, and I had to take her in to be put to sleep.
She still had a great spirit. I took her to the park for an hour and a half and took photos of her. One is included in this memorial. She was so happy and enjoyed the park so much. And then marched right into the vet, ready for joining my other dogs at the rainbow bridge. Bless her heart, I miss my bossy , figidty, and brave beautiful Norwegian Elkhound Birka.
There were 5 females that lived and I only had 3rd pick, but I got the most outgoing , hardest working one. She was just delightful. Every thing she did for me, obedience, herding, conformation, barnhunt...she did 200%. An animal psychic said she had the biggest work ethic she had ever seen.
She achieved some big honors, such as winning winners bitch at a specialty, a high in trial in obedience and winning the NEAA Top Rally Elkhound award one year.
When my male Brottsjo died , Brenne was 3. She missed him and was oh so happy when we got a little male puppy. She really acted like an adoptive mom.
Life was good on the farm for the two dogs and they loved to run and jump and play together. They especially enjoyed snow.
When Birka was 11, she was still in good shape and could jump from a standstill onto a stump. But one day when they were playing, she was not looking and he rammed into her, T-Boning her. We ended up at the vet, and a few days later , Christmas, at the U of W emergency vet. She was injured and had neurological problems. To make a very long story short, for the next 11 months we travelled back and forth to the chiropractor, spent lots of money on supplements to help her heal... and when she should have been better, the vet and we realized there was something else going on. The neurological problems got worse. She would fall, lose her balance, not be able to control one leg.. She was very brave with all the restrictions she had on no stairs, no jumping or running, and no collar, or slippery floors. Finally the day came she got worse and worse, and I had to take her in to be put to sleep.
She still had a great spirit. I took her to the park for an hour and a half and took photos of her. One is included in this memorial. She was so happy and enjoyed the park so much. And then marched right into the vet, ready for joining my other dogs at the rainbow bridge. Bless her heart, I miss my bossy , figidty, and brave beautiful Norwegian Elkhound Birka.
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