In 1988, after months of looking and waiting, I finally went
to Maine and picked up my first Chinook from Harry Gray's Northdown Kennel
in Waldoboro, Maine. Sky was five months old and, to my surprise,
had never been in a house or worn a collar until that day. She
did not enjoy the drive back to Washington DC (where I had been on business
and where my return flight to Seattle was) or the flight home. All
I could think was "What did I get myself into?"
Sky had never heard a dishwasher or seen a vacuum. She didn't
understand car rides but did get to enjoy them quickly. She started
obedience training right away and even had a feature story in the January
1, 1989
Seattle Times as she was the first Chinook in western
Washington. I took her to her first rare breed show when she was only
six months old and she may be the first Chinook ever to have been in a
dog show (I'm not sure so don't hold me to that). Sky blossomed into
a beautiful though somewhat reserved Chinook.
Eventually Hurricane Cheechako also joined the household and now
I had a potential mate for Sky. She and Chako both were among
the first four Chinooks ever submitted to OFA (she rated good) and they
were the first ever to receive a CERF rating (Normal of course).
Sky was also my guinea pig for teaching myself to sled and weight
pull my dogs. Yes, I probably made every mistake possible. But
she was good at both and I don't think I ruined her for life.
By the averages we had then, Sky was a normal sized Chinook though
today she would be considered very small. I don't think she ever
topped fifty pounds even when pregnant. She was bred to Hurricane
Cheechako in 1990 and produced a litter of five -- the first Rain Mountain
litter, known as the Flood litter, since we were in the middle of a torrential
storm and everywhere around us people were being flooded out and loosing
their electricity. Unfortunately I was never able to go further
with this litter. Despite the fact that Chako was a very large Chinook,
even by today's standards, the pups all inherited Sky's small size. We
also discovered that she carried the genes for long coats. Her son,
Rain Mountain Sammamish, had as thick a coat as a Belgian Tervueren! She
and Chako also passed the genes to their children for seizures. Though
neither she nor Chako ever had these, two of the pups from the litter
did.
But Sky herself was a gorgeous dog with a wonderful gait. However
just before the second Chinook National Specialty in May of 1992, she
was hit by a car and died. She is greatly missed. And just
look at what she started! I can't even begin to count the number of
Chinooks I have lived with since first meeting Sky.
Sky was an exceptionally beautiful dog and I have hundreds of photos
of her. But since I must leave webspace for the many Chinooks that
I have known since, I have not posted all of them here. But if you
ever have the urge to see more photos of Sky, just say the word and I will
email you many.
Rose's
Vixon
Call name: Vixon
Sire: Good News
Yukon
Dam: Northdown Kara
Breeder: Doug and Cindy Hendricks, Good News Chinooks
Born: October 29, 1989
Owner: Ginger Corley and Tom Christiansen
Private reading on hips, clear; no CERF
In 1992 everything seemed to be falling apart. The
software company I was part owner of had just gone bust, I'd broken up with
my boyfriend, had no job and was pretty close to being broke. To make
matters worse, my dog Sky had just been killed. This is when you find
out who your friends really are.
The wonderful people of the Chinook Owners Association stepped in to help.
I was presented with a pup, Holly, and an adult female, Vixon. All
this was at no charge to me other than the cost to get the dogs to Seattle.
Vixon was a perfect mate for Chako. By this time, Chako had been kidnapped
by another old boyfriend, Tom Christiansen, and was living in Idaho with Tom.
On a visit to Seattle, Tom took one look at Vixon's big brown eyes
and fell madly in love with her. Back to Boise she went with Tom and
Chako and I got on with finding a job and raising Holly. The idea was
to breed Vixon to Chako the following spring when I would be in a better position
financially to raise a litter. But Vixon and Chako had other ideas.
In September Tom called and next thing you know I was on the road to
meet him. Vixon was pregnant and it was just not in Tom's job description
to raise a litter.
Vixon had a trouble free pregnancy and delivered a litter of nine pups.
Of course I had just started a new job and had no time off work. But
you just can't leave a bitch to labor alone so I ended up missing a day my
first week on the job. Vixon also did not enjoy motherhood. I
ended up having to hold her down to nurse her pups and did quite a bit of
bottom washing myself. And unfortunately my job was a temporary job
that ended just when the pups were old enough to really eat a LOT of dog food.
I learned quickly that even the best looking dog with the most perfect
pedigree may not be the best to use as the foundation for a breeding program.
Please understand that in 1992 almost no one knew what Chinooks were, hence
there was very little market for them. Very slowly I placed each pup
though it took almost a year. I learned a lot about placing pups as
three of the dogs ended up coming back to me and being placed in other, much
better homes. Because of my financial limitations (I was paying off
the debt from our former software company which at the time I thought was
more noble than going bankrupt), I could not afford to keep any of the dogs
myself and the placements where I thought they would be used for breeding
did not honor their agreements. In addition we found that the pups from
this litter carried the genes for our Chinook seizures and cryptorchidism.
Hence Vixon was spayed. She also did not get along with some of the
other dogs I owned at the time. Typically two boy dogs will have an
argument and perhaps a fight, figure out who is stronger, then slap each other
on the back and go out for a beer. But if two females start fighting,
you might as well resolve to keep them apart forever as they will never really
make peace. I was put in the difficult position of having to choose
between Vixon and the other dogs I owned. I was lucky enough to find
a home for Vixon with a great family in the Seattle area. She spent
the rest of her life as the valued pet of a growing boy.
We all learn from our mistakes and I learned a lot from Vixon about how
to be a breeder. I learned that it is very expensive to raise a litter
and not to undertake the task unless I am financially prepared to cover all
the costs. I learned what it is like to raise a litter of nine for almost
a year while I try to find the right homes. I learned how to write
ownership agreements and to retain co ownership of dogs I hope to someday
use for breeding. I learned what it means to take back pups I've raised
even after many years and to assume responsibility for them forever. For
all of this, I am very grateful.