I know many of you have noticed that I stopped posting my new litters of puppies on my website “Blog” and my two Facebook sites…Tammy’s Cowdogs and my Tammy’s Cowdogs Page. I’ve posted before in all these locations about some of the reasons why I have stopped or limited my puppy postings. I have had a long waiting list for puppies over the last several years. I have let folks get on a waiting list with a deposit. My deposit policy is that I do not use a deposit “until” the person selects a puppy. The deposit simply stays on file after a receipt has been sent to the person who sent in the deposit. I have never seen a need to use a person’s deposit until they have selected a puppy. And that policy has not changed since 2007.

I really tightened up my cowdog breeding program after I purchased over a dozen outside cowdogs in Jan. 2008. The majority of those outside cowdogs did not pass my standards for breeding purposes. If they had genetic flaws, disposition flaws, temperament flaws, conformation flaws, attitude flaws, mental flaws, recessive gene flaws, basically any flaw, then those cowdogs just were of no value or use to me. The verification of those cowdogs’ relationships, sires, dams, brothers, sisters, etc. was put through a series of DNA tests to create and verify relationships and profiles. A few years ago, I stopped sending my litter information to sources outside of my own cowdog breeding program. And, through a lot of processes of elimination I have really narrowed up my gene pool and focused on matings that create a cowdog product that I like and want to use here on my cow/calf operation.

Having a closed cowdog breeding program has been very successful. And not sharing my pedigree information has nearly eliminated the use of my pedigree information for so-called registration purposes. As of September and October 2014, the internal squabbles and unrest of the registration services continues to be an issue and to be a part of the problems of those groups is not for me or my breeding program.

In 2013, I made a decision to not take anymore puppy deposits until I got my current waiting list folks taken care of. I am nearly caught up with my waiting list folks. And I really do appreciate all the folks that have wanted and waited for cowdogs and puppies from my program. I have to turn away a lot of folks simply because the list has been too long. It takes 4-6 litters per year to keep up with requests for puppies. And, I do not breed any female more than once per year. It simply is too hard on the females to put them through back-to-back pregnancies. I don’t treat them as puppy milling sisters. They are working cowdogs too and they cannot maintain peak body condition if they are always pregnant, nursing or raising puppies. Raising puppies requires a lot of time to manage things properly. And, I do not believe in having other folks raise the litters and ship the litters to me so that I always have puppies on hand to sell. Brokering, trading, swapping, milling is just not for me. I do not operate my retained ownership cowherd in that manner and I’m sure not going to pick up those practices for my cowdogs.

When I get my current waiting list folks taken care of, I am going to raise a few litters of pups out of my 3rd and 4th generation cowdogs and take in some new customers. In other words, I am not going to use my deposit process. The pups will be 1st come, 1st serve when I have litters available. I’ll see how that works for the beginning of 2015. I’ve got some pups that I have kept so that I could watch them grow and mature here. I’ll be starting these young cowdogs later on this winter after I get my AI work done in November and December. And, fingers crossed that we don’t have another winter of weeks and weeks of “Polar Vortex” weather. That darn weather sure puts a kink into time, the short winter days and the ability to train cowdogs when it is below zero. It is kind of like the amount of training that occurs when the temperatures are over 90F in the summer months. I don’t keep sheep or goats around for round pen training so when the weather is too cold, too hot, too dusty, too whatever…well, we don’t train during those extreme weather conditions.

First and foremost, this place is a cow/calf operation. The cowdog training takes place when we work cattle on cattle working days. I work alone and my help is my cowdog crews. I still give private training sessions to folks when time allows. Giving private lesson sessions seems to work really well because folks are more relaxed and at ease if other folks are not watching. The personal one-on-one time seems to work really well and allows for more questions and practice.

I post some sort of working cowdog or ranch work story every day on Facebook…just look for Tammy’s Cowdogs. My Tammy’s Cowdogs Page on Facebook is where my website Blog stories or posting will automatically post to. Well, sometimes it works and sometimes it does not. It is really easy to follow the daily postings, pictures or videos on Facebook and I have the site set up so that the postings are public to anyone and you do not have to have a “Friend” status. I am max’d out at the 5,000 Friends level but you can select to “Follow” the postings. Give it a try. Some folks don’t like Facebook but be like me and just use Facebook for things you are interested in and skip all the other stuff that is of no interest. That makes Facebook tolerable!

Thank you very much for following my website blog and give some thought to setting up a Facebook account. The cowdogs & I would love to have you along for our daily working ranch activities.

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Wednesday, September 24, 2014…
What a long, long, long day…pooped from yesterday and at a gallop today. Good thing I have good company, good help and loyal friends to share my day with. Hawk, Bandit, and Ducchess are great hands in finding hidden calves, coyote trails and warning me when they fear for my safety. They are really getting good at “find the baby”. The predators (coyotes and that blasted bald eagle) are creating lots of anxiety for the cows and me.

Fall Babies Dirt Fight...Wed. Sep. 24, 2014 009

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Tuesday, September 23, 1014…
Tues. up at 4 AM. On the road at 6 with Levi and his mom Hawk. Destination? Univ. of MO Vet Hospital. Goal? Take care of the 1/2″ opening along Levi’s upper rt. wolf tooth that is allowing stuff into his nasal cavity, look at 2 discolored teeth to see if they are dead, see if the upper rt. top wolf tooth has survived the accident damage, and a major league dental. Levi was like a back-flipping circus performer, “Open door, woo-hoo road trip, yaa-hoo, gitty up let’s go, yeah…vacation day, whoop whoop…”. Me, “Levi, you have no idea what your day might look like. Settle down.” He didn’t care what I thought…he was H A P P Y…! We get to the Univ. and he’s ready to bomb out of the pickup. He knows where he is at, yes we’ve pee’d on this bush before, and he was like a draft horse pullin’ a heavy, bogged down sled as he headed across the parking lot to the door. The receptionist, “Levi, Levi…look at you, you are so H A P P Y…you look wonderful!” She looks at me and is amazed at how good he looks, so handsome, athletic, bright, shiny, handsome. Me, “Yes, he’s thrilled to be roading around today. He has no clue!” One of Levi’s new students comes out to greet him and get him checked in. Oddly though, Levi was not sure of her and gave her the “stern look”. Levi rarely knows a stranger so this was odd. I had to tell him, “Levi, hey, no. She’s fine.” Levi’s main doc came in and Levi remembered him, wiggled, but he was also a bit cold to Dr. Meadows. They decided to ignore Levi and just talk about the day, the anticipated problems they theorized from the fotos that I had posted for them a couple of months ago, and anticipated surgery procedures that Levi would go through today. Levi was not going with them out the back door. I had to tell him, “Levi…go on…be H A P P Y.” Off they went. I had planned to just wait in the lobby until 4 PM or so. As I stared at the clock and wrestled with being away from home, I started out the door for home. I’m calving and my AI calves began arriving on Sunday night and the pace of the calves hitting the ground was going to pick up speed. I got to the sidewalk, turned around, went back in and told the reception gals, “I’ve decided to go back home and not sit and wait for Levi. I’m calving and I really need to go home.” They looked at me like I was nuts to leave Levi and go all the way back home “for calving”. I assured them that Levi was in good hands and I’d keep my cell phone close. They called the docs and apparently the docs were a tad confused, but they came to the conclusion that it would be okay. Gosh. I felt terrible. Like “bad mom”. Hawk and I get home, get Ducchess and Bandit, and off we go. Heading to the worst pastures with the most brush 1st. All was well at all locations the night before at 7. I don’t know why I anticipate fixing problems instead of anticipating all to be just fine. Well, I do know why…because I’ve been there before…you leave home and all hell breaks loose. Sometimes, just the mere thought of “going somewhere” will create havoc in the pasture. You can stay home 24x7x365 and all is well and the second you think you can sneak away, things will be fine…well, guess what! My pasture crew and I did 14 hrs. of work in 4. We flushed a few cows out of the brush that were prep’d to calve in the solitude of the tweeting birds, under canopies of cedars, and heading them to less secluded places, shut the gates as we went along. 4 pastures & places later we had things as good as we could get it. Calves were coming, other cows were starting, and I was feeling better about having decided to come home. In between the heavy checks, we did the evening feed/water/cleaning at the cowdog kennels. They got the short version of out and about and were a little puzzled but I assured them a little play time was better than no play time. Long about 2 I headed back N for Levi. 3:30 the Dr. Meadows was explaining to me that all went well with Levi. The teeth we thought were bad were actually good. But they found 2 other teeth that had to be taken out due to serious abscessing. The hole into Levi’s nasal cavity was clipped and sewn shut. They were just amazed at how Levi had come out on the positive side off his accident…and in just 10 months was looking so good and back to work. The back to work part was hard for them to fathom though. They figured Levi would be retired and would never even want to go back to working cattle. Should have told them about the penning of “Hammer Down”. They brought Levi out to me and that H A P P Y prancing cowdog was H A P P Y no more. Nada H A P P Y. He was groaning and wanting the hell outta that place. Out the door at a snail’s pace, down the steps, across the parking lot, to the pickup…groaning. Ears down, head down, sad, eye’s bugging out. I had to pick him up to get in the back seat of the pickup. He stepped on mom Hawk, she growled and gruffed him for stepping on her in her air space. He stumbled to the window and sat there…weaving in pain, moaning and groaning. All the way home, moaning & groaning. We wuz not H A P P Y no mo. Pain meds down the hatch Levi. He moaned until midnight when I finally tossed in the towel or passed out from being tired. What a dang day. But Levi has been released from the Univ. docs. He’s good to go as far as they are concerned. He’s a miracle dog and a part of the permanent teaching classes and continuing education courses for vet students and practicing veterinarians. Doc Meadows classifies Levi as, “A miracle. A celebrity around here.” A 1st in the arena of facial reconstruction at a level no one in the textbook world has ever written about…until Doc Meadows and the surgery team at the vet hospital and the newborn team at the U’s doctor hospital. All is well Levi. All is well. This morning (Wed.) he’s moaning but he was in the lead at 6 when I turned he, Hawk, Ducchess, Bandit, Sly, Martin and Liza out to “go potty”. Levi will stay home for a couple of weeks to heal up again and then he will be back on the payroll. ~All is Well #hangintreecowdogs #tammyscowdogs


Tribute to Bert

In August 2002, I purchased my first Hangin’ Tree Cowdog. He was just a pup, but ready to work. I named him Bert and for the next four years, he and I completed all the ranch work ourselves. When we started our journey together, neither knew that a mere 14 months later, he would save my life. How do you ever repay a cowdog for such an enormous gesture? In the time after that, I came to realize the only thanks he wanted was the chance to work with me, beside me, day-in and day-out. Bert was larger than life. He was smart. He was athletic. He was loyal.

In every cattle working situation, he knew what to do without instruction. I could simply point out a sick calf in the wean lot and he’d quietly and respectfully take the calf to the corral and ease it up the alley to the chute. When we’d finish working a set of cows, he knew to gather them up and what gate to head them to to go out to pasture. I could leave him at a gate, go feed, come back and he’d still be at the gate, waiting for my return. If a cow’s calf was hidden in the timber, I could tell Bert to “find the baby” and he’d put his nose to the ground, search until he found it, return to me and take me back to the calf. He simply had the ability to size up any situation and apply the right pressure and make everything work. We’d get done working cattle and you could tell him, “Bert, thanks for your help” and he would look at me with a big smile – as if to say, “You are welcome, now come on let’s go”. We’d be driving down the road and he’d take his right paw and pull my arm so that I’d rub his neck. Or take his head and bump under my elbow and say, “Hey, rub my back.” And, he loved taking his pups out and mentoring them. His mate for life was Hawk and he truly loved her. They were an amazing pair and produced some tremendous offspring. Bert was majestic—more than any other animal I have ever known.

On September 6, 2010, after an accident on the ranch and the gallant efforts of the University of Missouri Vet School, I lost Bert. Tammy’s Cowdogs exists today because of Bert. He is the foundation of my cowdog program and the model all my cowdogs must live up to. He took more than eight of my years with him. I will forever be grateful for the joy and loyalty he brought to my life. Words will never be able to describe how much Hawk and I will miss him

-from the Welcome Page of the website of Tammy’s Cowdogs “Tribute to Bert”

Today, Sep. 05, 2014, the rural route mail lady stops. She’s got a box from Idaho. I can hardly sign the card. Scott Jason Hall, his wife Betty, and Bret Bret N Melanie Haskett? I cannot put words to the remarkable pendant. Scott, your are gifted my friend…the itsy bitsy engraving on the gold, the silver engraving of Bert…I am speechless. Betty, the rein chains are, “Some kind of wonderful.” Bret, your rawhide braiding of the romal reins is, “Perfectly completes this gifted piece.” Bert, 4 years ago today we sat out in the grass at the Univ. of MO vet hospital and took in our last conversation of how much we loved each other. And 15 hrs. later a blood clot to your lungs ended your life. I got the call around 9:30 AM to hurry to your side there were problems. I tried to get there Bert, I did. But, I drove home on the 6th of September with a dog in a box…heartbroken. My life has not been the same since. I will take you with me when I leave here to meet up with you again.

~I love you Bert.
Bert Pendant...Fri. Sep. 05, 2014 001

Dr. Meadows here are a few photos of the surgery place where the stitches obviously did not hold during the healing process. This “place” goes up along his wolf tooth into the nasal cavity via the soft palate hole that was covered during the second surgery procedure of pulling the left cheek towards the center, the right cheek towards the center and overlaying the edges onto the soft tissue graft that served as the blood supply to each cheek’s contribution to the covering of the hole in his soft palate. I found this last week when I checked his teeth and noticed some fescue seeds along the gum line of the wolf tooth. I used my finger to remove the seeds and noticed that the spot was actually packed with seeds, red and sore to the touch. I got a nasal canula with some chlor-hex:H2O mix, gently flushed the seeds down and out of what I thought was probably just a shallow pocket. However, it was with the flushing that I discovered the assumed shallow pocket was actually open clear into the nasal cavity. The chlor-hex came out his nose and he was also swallowing. So. the nasal cavity flushes to the throat and the nose…which is good. But, my concern is that with seeds or whatever making their way into this hole to the nasal cavity then there could be migration of seeds/trash to his lungs or becoming lodged and creating abscesses or migrating foreign object problems. For example, I’ve had cowdogs get seeds from cheat grass or needle and thread grass lodged in their inner mouth cheeks or throat and migrate into other layers of tissue and create some real painful, infected, abscessed problems. Take a look and I’ll call to see which Dr. needs to take a look at this. I’d hope you could take care of it.

FYI…the last photo which shows my full thumbnail. Dr. Meadows…if you look closely, you can see next to the wolf tooth a “stitch pulled” mark…and on upward towards my thumb more little stitch scars.

Hangin’ Tree Cowdog Levi…Tammy’s Cowdogs…Missouri.

Ms. Ducchess’s girls Paisley and Ink sold at my Hangin’ Tree Cowdog Production Sale last Friday. Here they are in S Louisiana at their new home! Girls, “Get a drink!” Paisley just dives right in. These two pups are great gals and really good workers at nearly 10 months of age. They are on a cow/calf operation way down S. And have great folks as their new owners. ~Tammy is Happy!

PS – when Paisley and Ink shed out and get rid of their baby hair, I suspect they will look like their older sister Cash and be very smooth haired with a medium hair length. Sure, the Hangin’ Tree is to be slick and short haired. But when the original Hangin’ Tree breeders failed to adhere to their own criteria in their matings…well, then you get gene expression that kind of lets the cat out of the bag on their use of outside crossbred dogs. These pups’ dad is Oscar and was in the “retirement sale” purchases. That story is here on my blog in the category “Trayers’ Cowdogs”. It is immaterial now…water done passed under the bridge. But “yo genes can catch ya.”

Paisley, Ink in LA

Weather? Perfect
Folks? Perfect
Cowdog pup performances? Not perfect but fun.
Overall for 3 days? Perfect
Pups 9-9.5 months old. Ranged from $1,500 to $2,600.
Used 30 head of fall calves. Pups are a powerful, smart, gutsy, brave set of pups. Demonstrated them bringing cattle, getting ahead, redirecting the right/left, having them stop working, come, show their patience in the alleys with cattle, some basic sorting, then had them bring cattle to the alley and up/out the chute. Just very, very basic work. Pups did a good job of tracking and moving the calves and holding them to the gate to load up the alley. Had to e-collar Henry to slow him down and help his “whoa”. That in itself was a very educational moment for all to see that very light collar use can be so beneficial for the pup and the cattle. New homes include – Louisiana, Oklahoma, North Dakota, Nebraska and Kansas.

On a side note…Rulo stole the show. That little guy is like the “do all, down in the trenches guy”. Small in stature but mighty as a grinding it out work-a-holic. Mr. Steady. Rulo heads, heels, barks very little, but knows a frequent bark will move the cattle. He just really keeps his mouth shut and does his job. He is pleasant to be around and is not a smarty around other cowdogs. Rulo loves life. There was a young man that has been coming here for a few years. A really nice person, going to college in W Oklahoma, polite, admirable. I asked him which pup he enjoyed watching the most and he said Rulo. I just scratched Rulo from the sale and gave Rulo to this young fella. They will make a good pairing and get a lot done. I like “good” people.

Rulo - 32# Male. Son of Levi.

Rulo – 32# Male. Son of Levi.

Rulo - 32# Male. Son of Levi.

Rulo – 32# Male. Son of Levi.

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