I am perhaps known throughout the Dogue de Bordeaux community as being too critical. I am admittedly very critical, but I honestly don’t see this as a downfall in breeding this breed or any other, for that matter. As breeders of purebred dogs, we are bringing more animals into an already over-populated world of millions of unwanted pets. I cannot and will not further the problem by breeding average Dogues. Furthermore, I fear that breeders of Dogues de Bordeaux have given up on breeding supreme examples and settled on mediocrity. It is understandable to me that this is the case, because average is the norm in our breed. Perhaps it’s even the minority among some very poor examples bred by those stuck on breeding the extreme type and size or color, with no thought toward soundness and structure. As a collective group, we must raise the bar. We will never be taken seriously at the Group level with any consistency if we don’t honestly start to breed for better balanced Dogues de Bordeaux.
Not only must we up the bar on overall quality, but the devastating short lifespan is what makes most of us dedicated breeders give up. To lose a dog you have raised and loved at five, six or seven years old is not right. Some are even younger. There are those who occasionally live past 10, but they are only a handful. Breeding longer-lived Dogues has become one of my top priorities. As a large breed (not a giant one – a common misconception), they should be living much longer than six and seven years. Sadly, the lifespans are trending in the wrong direction, and it’s heartbreaking. All of this is what had me throwing in the towel very recently. This breed can be just devastating, and often it’s one step forward and three steps back.
Pugsy with a daughter from her first litter, “CC” (Bruin’s The Uxy Truth).
Almost two years ago I bred what was to be my final litter. It would also be my fourth generation down from “Bruin” girls. The pedigree was one that boasted so much as far as quality, health, and longer-living Dogues. I should have been on pins and needles waiting on this litter, but I have been trained not to get my hopes up. Just before this “final” litter, Pinkie Pie had given birth to three beautiful pups. In this litter were two stunning girls, but one in particular that stood out to me as one of the most classic typed and beautifully balanced pups I had ever had. There was nothing extreme about her; just lovely in every way.
After Pinkie Pie’s litter was born came my “final” one. Interestingly enough, the theme for the litter was “The Hunger Games.” To start it all off, “Katniss” (Bruin’s Girl on Fire) spit out seven babies all on her own in three hours, which was a big deal in my house since most all of my girls have required C-sections, and seeing as most of them all come down from Pugsy, who only had very small litters, we were not accustomed to seven pups. I was so pleased that maybe I had finally bred into a more fertile line and was trending also toward easier whelpers.
As the two litters grew, I tried to stay unattached and unexcited, as we had decided to stop breeding after these two final litters. I had all but given up on finding a male I thought was worthy of breeding and also showing. I am one of those who doesn’t show just to show … many are happy going weekend after weekend, gaining championships on dogs who should never be bred. I show mostly females; I have a soft spot for them, as all too often they are left in the backyard as the work horses in a breeding program instead of in the limelight of the ring that is heavily dominated by males … And I had had zero luck finding a male who could hold a candle to Rolex. I always kept an eye on the females in a litter to carry on our program. So when the only male in my final litter caught my eye every time I looked in the box, it took me by surprise. I named him “Finnick” after the charming character in the Hunger Games films known for taking “secrets” for payment on other services.
Ch. Bruin’s Pink Paisley, that special Pinkie Pie daughter that had the author rethinking her exit from the breed.
Another lesson I have learned while breeding Dogues de Bordeaux: Know your line! I have spent years and years in the whelping box scrutinizing every little body part, even on very young pups. You often hear breeders explain, “It’s too early to tell” when describing a new litter or a young dog. I wholeheartedly agree; most are too quick to decide they have a “great” one, but as a breeder you learn to watch certain traits and how they develop. I know what traits are prone to get worse and which ones will change for the better; but it is vital for me to watch them from the start. I really love the challenge of predicting potential in puppies … but baby Finnick had me second-guessing my choice to be done with breeding. After all the years of searching for a male, this one landed in my whelping box in just the nick of time.
“Finnick” (GCh. Bruin’s Quarter Quell), the male who spurred the author’s hopes again.
This “last” litter created a new beginning for me. I was tired and discouraged with my own breeding program, but also with the breed as a whole. With health declining in this breed after a massive influx of importing and breeding with total disregard for health or the standard, breeders have become even more secretive with one another. It really seemed like this breed was doomed.
This beautiful, strong breed can be utterly breathtaking in the right form. They are unique; breeders and judges alike should understand that. As a long-time breeder, I was giving up on them, like so many great breeders in the last few years have done. But with my final litter, I realized that it was never the Dogue de Bordeaux that let me down, but our inability as breeders and exhibitors to raise them up. There have been other breeds and breed clubs that have overcome major health deficits that threatened their breed’s well-being or even their existence. I have never been one to take the easy way … I am much more the road-less-travelled kind of gal. I will fail over and over; but not from lack of desire to be better; I’ve come to understand it’s the “nature of the beast,” so to speak.
I hate gambling; I’m just not a fan of throwing hard-earned money away on something I have no control over. But we as breeders are certainly gambling every day. I have always demanded a lot from myself, and often it leads me to expect too much from others. Perhaps the most vital lesson I have learned from breeding the Dogue de Bordeaux is that its future lies in small miracles. I get too caught up with the big picture, and although I hope to never lose sight of it, it’s a slow process made up of tiny steps and that is OK. I have to allow myself to stay focused on my small program and to resist the thought of the quick fix in order to produce one dog who may win.
My goal as a breeder is long-term consistency. I will continue to share my best in the show ring in hopes to have a good influence on the future of this breed, as I believe that is a breeder’s duty. I hope to broaden my horizons into other canine sports to showcase the Dogue de Bordeaux’s abilities to track as well as its incredible intelligence. I will strive to exhibit Dogues that are well trained, well conditioned and well socialized in order to show them at their very best and to capitalize on the variables that we as breeders and owners control.
In the end, what kept me from giving up was the choice to allow myself to be a “small time breeder” of high-quality Dogue De Bordeaux … OK, and maybe in part it was that handsome little man in my whelping box! But I’ve learned that balance is key to all things in life, as well as breeding. And I’ve come to accept the idea that it is okay to go through the peaks and valleys of breeding and showing while still enjoying the company of the breed I love ultimately as my life companions.