Chev’s a dad… again!

Biff travelled to Iowa over the weekend to meet Chev’s most recent offspring.  Our own “papa” Chev was bred to Coppershot’s CC, owned by Cliff Koele, in August, and she produced six healthy puppies.  This litter was entirely “spoken for” before they were even conceived.  Here are a couple of the puppies at 7 weeks old.

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We wish the new puppy families great joy and happy hunting with their beautiful Griffs.

Woody at 2 years old

Here are some glimpses of Woody, shared with us by his Minnesota family.  They celebrated his 2nd birthday with new toys and a birthday cake (using a recipe from a dog cookbook) made by their daughter.  They wrote, “He’s doing great and we couldn’t be happier.”

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Happy Birthday to the “A” Litter!

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On November 14, 2013, Finley began delivering 12 Griff puppies, fathered by Chev. Now, two years later, we want to wish Aya, Xupe, Dutch, Gracie, Riggins, Jazzy, Barley, Woody, Stache, Arlo, Chezny and Atz a heartfelt Happy Birthday. You may know that we kept Xupe.  I took these photos of him today as he played with his mom and dad.  He is still very much a puppy in personality and energy and we couldn’t imagine life without him.

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That’s Chev on the left and Xupe on the right.

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Xupe “playing stick” with his mom, Finley, on the right.

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Two-year old Xupe

Flashback to Stache!

The puppies of Norling Rise’s “A” litter are nearing their 2nd birthdays. 12 of them were whelped on November 14th, 2013 and we heard back from one of those families yesterday.  Here’s Stache and we are amazed at how much he looks like our Xupe his littermate!

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We would love to see more photos of the “A” litter pups at 2 years old.  Send them in and we’ll do a post them.

Hunting season

Sunday land view

I went for an early morning run yesterday and was nearing our driveway on the way back when four pheasants flushed, one after the other, up out of the tall grasses relatively close to the road.  They flew deeper into our property and disappeared into the landscape, safe from hunters. I’d heard them clucking and cackling as I’d headed out and was happy to see the birds doing well, despite the season.