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The Face of a Kerry RescueBy Kathie Macfarlane
Who can forget the Kerry-perfect face of Mick as he won at Westminister
in 2001 and spurred the mills to swell their populations with Kerries only
to flood pet stores with adorable Kerry puppies? Then, by 2006, these same
unscrupulous breeders were dumping their breeding stock at auctions because
of waning interest. Other breeds had won Westminster in the intervening
years. This writer remembers the face of her first Kerry, Phoebe with her
perfectly set ears, dark, black fall and beard against a dark silver coat.
She was so fortunate to have been bred by a professional and responsible
breeder, one who worked her whole life to improve the breed and screened
potential buyers as if she were entrusting them with a priceless treasure.
Rescue takes on many forms. For those bred and born in a mill, there may be little recognition of a dog as a Kerry. The coat is overgrown, filthy and matted. There is no distinction of fall or beard over eyes so filled with hardened discharge that the dog can barely see. Some come to a shelter in similar shape having been neglected and rejected. Their faces show their fear and their ribs show their hunger. Some come into rescue because they were adorable little puppies in a pet store, an impulse purchase by someone who had no idea about the personality of a Kerry. These dogs carry the baggage of little training and loss of their homes. Some come to Kerry rescue as older dogs that have lost their lifelong companions because of ill health or death. These Kerries are the very special. They have been loved but with the loss of that love, they are looking for a new family that will take a chance on them. The graying of their beards tells us they have matured beyond the house training, chewing and other annoying puppy behaviors, yet because they are Kerries, they will be active forever. You might find them a little more frequently at your feet or cuddled next to you on the sofa looking longingly at you in thanks.
Once a rescue is appropriately groomed, you can see those unmistakable Kerry eyes. My first Kerries had beautiful dark brown eyes that were full of wonder, mischief, and mostly love. Now my current Kerries’ eyes resemble the eyes of my first, most of the time. As many rescues, Maggie came will eyes showing nothing but fear. Slowly, there were glimmers of curiosity as she explored her new home. Today, there is love, some mischief, and even a little confidence. Cavan, having been an owner turn in, always has eyes that question. What do they want me to do? How can I be a good boy? Imposing my perceptions on him, I believe he is always trying to please, to do what he thinks we want and desperately trying to keep his somewhat hyperactive tendencies in check. Cavan was a very exuberant, energetic, Kerry puppy. His first home lasted less than eight months. Rescue Kerries come as they are. I have accepted that and now do not really see the ears or tails. I groom to the best of my ability and with the features as they are. Looking beyond the rules of confirmation, I concern myself with their personality. I encourage them to be what they are, Kerries. That dog you first see less than perfectly groomed with ears standing out on the sides of his or her head will grow into a beautiful companion when seen through your heart, not just your eyes.
Take a moment and look into the faces of Neo, Belle, Jack, Logan and Kerrie. Each is looking for a loving family and forever home.
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