The Clumber spaniel that was scratched from BOB at Crufts this year has even more skeletons in its closet.
This afternoon, Jess and I were discussing on Facebook whether this dog actually had ectropion or not. (I keep wanting to type entropion. That’s what golden retrievers get.)
She wanted to know what this dog looked like as a puppy, but we couldn’t find it.
Chervood Clumbers is located in Denmark, a country that is part of Scandinavia and thus has fairly tight laws on dog breed and a relatively progressive kennel club registry.
But even this doesn’t stop the problems that exist in so many breeds.
I forward the link to the kennel to Chris, who then went over the Rainbow Bridge section of the kennel– just to see how long these dogs were living.
The results were shocking.
Of their current 15 living dogs, only three are over six!
The average lifespan of a Clumber spaniel is about 10 years, which shorter than the average for a golden or Labrador retriever, which are roughly the same size. The Chervood Clumbers live less than half the average lifespan for their breed!
So these might be the winningest and best health checked Clumbers in the world, but the results of all that intense breeding for the show has resulted in dogs with greatly truncated lifespans.
Chris ends his post with a simple thought:
In light of this information, does the fact that this breeder pays for lots of health checks (and even publishes some of the results) matter? Heck, does the ectropion on their big winning bitch who was just denied Best of Breed at Crufts all that important?
People often don’t want to know that the bad guys are in power.
It’s much easier to tell yourself fairytale and believe it than actually confront reality.
These people would rather blame puppy mills, backyard breeders, and puppy mill operators for all the problems in domestic dogs. If a person crossbreeds, you’re the devil.
But if you produce tightly bred show dogs that are simply falling apart, you get all the plaudits.
Just not this year.
And because you don’t, you wind up whining like a bunch of pathetic children.
The defenders of this system remind me of Dale Gribble from King of the Hill. Everyone is out to get them, so you better go by Rusty Shakleford.
The truth is all I see are bunch of entitled little shits whining because the governing body of your sport decided to hold you accountable.
As Don Henley would say, “Get over it!”
“Some call it sick. I call it weak.”
You can call me and everyone I associate with an animal rights activist.
I’m not poking the animal rights monkey with a stick.
And one of these days, that monkey will grab that stick and beat you with it.
It’s gonna hurt.
But don’t say you weren’t warned.
It’s because of your selfishness and stupidity that all of this is happening.
And denying it and acting like Rusty Shackleford or some self-righteous defender of some holy faith only adds gasoline to the animal rights fire.
The bullshit has to stop.