CAMANO'S SEPTEMBER SUN
("September")
CKC Reg# HJ535720
born 09 May 1998 to 21 March 2010 (she left us peacefully at 18:30
after watching the evening activity
around the house)
The story of IRIS, mother of September
and the missing gene:
IRIS was a princess. She didn't mind getting pregnant and she enjoyed being pregnant. During the last
week of her pregnancy she would stop in front of a 1/8 inch high door threshold and then leap over it
to clear the threshold and prevent the belly from touching the threshold. The irony was that Mother's Day
was the whelping day. Iris had absolute no motherly instincts. It appeared that the boxer female Iris was
missing a gene, the gene to care for her puppies. I understand that the experiment of knocking out one gene
in the mouse, the gene fos-B, caused the mouse, an otherwise entirely normal mouse, to ignore her offsprings.
On the whelping day of her eleven puppies Iris would hold back the next puppy and wait until I turn my eyes
away from the whelping box, and then drop the puppy, dive for it, pick it up in her mouth and start swinging
it around while charging in circles around the whelping box. For me, it was after all a sixteen hour event
with additional twelve hours of absolute no sleep for myself, no coffee, no bathroom visits. I had no way of
getting the puppy out of her mouth or even catch her. There were a few survivors. Iris had plenty of milk.
But she had better things in mind then nursing puppies. The following day she escaped and headed out the
two hundred feet long driveway to leave home. From then on we were nursing puppies with a shoe in my hands,
ready and willing to toss it at her when she escaped out of the whelping box.
I discontinued the breeding line behind Iris. Both, September and Scarlet had a good and well moving structure
passed down from Misha, their father. However, because of their mother Iris, I am still searching for the mode
of inheritance is on this gene?
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CAMANO'S SHATELLE SCARLET
CKC Reg# HJ535713
09 May 1998 - 04 December 2008
pictured at 10 years with her face turning grey.
In the evening of the cold December day she came in from the outside
and a couple of hours later her heart stopped.
She was never sick, not even when the nasty farmer next door tried
to poison her with rat poison four years earlier.
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