Daisy or Brimarville Honey Bun is our first girl and is a beautiful feminine standard wire. Also with wild boar markings with brindle, black and tan colours she is a bit darker than Brokk. Daisy just loves to be fussed and has excelled in the show ring. She qualified for Crufts and obtained her stud book number at just her fifth show with a critique “nice type who strode out covering the ground well, won this class with ease”. She also did well at the Humberside Hound Association Show with 1st in Post Graduate and then onto Best of Breed. Having had her first litter of chunky healthy pups at the end of 2015. 2016 has started very well with a first in Open and Best of Breed at Matlock and then onto a fab Reserve in Limit from a class of 13 at Crufts. Daisy does like to “hunt” and has with a fabulous turn of speed, caught rats, rabbits and the other dogs! Her pedigree also includes Silvae and Starbarrack with Tendrow, Lieblings and Cishelvine on the sires side. Bred in Lincolnshire she is every bit the English lady (except when she has been rolling in fox poop) She is proving to be an excellent mum with her second litter in February 2016 also of good quality
Daisy or Brimaville Honey Bun my second Dachshund. Why did I want another one? Well I had heard the phrase “one is never enough” and until I had Brokk did not know what this meant however, how apt it is. I think I talked myself into it by saying to myself Brokk could do with a friend of his own species and then I started to look around, knowing a bit more about the breed and being a bit more selective this time only because I decided I could not be so lucky twice. I found a litter advertised in Lincolnshire and checked them out on line and by email and decided they might have one for me. It was actually a sad time when we first met Daisy as we had had to travel down to Sussex to an Aunts funeral and taking Mum with me I thought it would be something to cheer us up on the way back by calling in to see the puppies.
What lovely people Brian and Margaret Glanville-Biggs turned out to be. They made us so welcome and took great pride in showing us their Dachshunds and Bouvieres which they also bred. While having a much welcome cup of tea we looked at the puppies and discussed our options. Please remember at this point I had no idea I might try showing or breeding. The first puppy Mum picked up widdled all over her skirt so we turned this one down. The second pup I picked up and immediately said this is the one. Don’t ask me why I took to her but I did and this was without knowing if she was a girl or a boy. Completely forgetting the logistics of having a boy and a girl at home we agreed to take her there and then.
Daisy sat on Mums (wet) lap all the way home and was so good, I think Brian and Margaret must have worn them out before we got there knowing this would help her on the journey home.
I decided I would try and train her like Brokk using a crate and playpen in the lounge and continuing to take Brokk to work with me. She fitted in very well however Brokk decided she was taking up too much of my time and he took an instant dislike to her. What had I done? Poor Daisy wanted to play and be with Brokk but he not only kept his distance but snapped at her if she got too close. It took a couple of months before he got over his “only child” syndrome and I am delighted to say they love each other now as much as I love them.
Daisy is very much a girl in looks and manerisums however she does act like a tom boy, enjoying her forays into the woods to search for rabbits, rolling in the mud, fox poo and eating dead animals but with a smile that would melt the hardest heart. Once we were able to leave her out of her playpen when I was not about I started to leave her and Brokk at home together and I think Brokk was a happier dog for this and now he was playing with Daisy she was also very content.
Now having been involved with horses all my life and enjoyed showing my Friesian horse in carriage driving classes I had some insight into the fun you can have doing this particularly if you won a class. Hard work but worth it. I did some more research on line about dog shows and thought why not, both my doggies were good looking and seemed to fit the criteria for the breed.
I found a few videos on line at Youtube showing how you teach your dog to walk and stand in the show ring and how to show them on the table. I also purchased a couple of books from Amazon on the subject and after some practice in the garden decided we might be ready to show. Daisy seemed to know more about this than I did and was the perfect pupil. Not sure about me being the perfect teacher as the old saying about putting a novice trainer with a novice dog not working may have rung true.
I found a show, Otley Canine Society, not far from home which I thought might be suitable (just based on it being near home really) and entered Daisy on line. The day dawned and I left home early to make sure I could find it and also work out where to go and what to do.
Arriving at Leeds University, I found the car park. I realised I was not as early as I had expected the car park was nearly full. Obviously everyone goes even earlier. I then just followed the dog in front and arrived in a big sports hall where there was already a lot of hustle and bustle. Dogs of every variety, size and colour and owners too. The room had the central area marked out into separate rings and round the edge were a few stands, people tending to their dogs and people just watching. I found the table where I could collect my catalogue and looked in it to see what time we would be on and which ring we needed. I then sat on the floor, put Daisy on a rug and started to watch. What a different world this was, people who just loved their dogs, from the obvious professional to the single dog owner all wanting their dogs to win and be the best on the day. My first mistake here was I had not brought a chair, most shows don’t provide seating so you need to take your own.
It was whilst watching a class of whippets that two nice ladies who were sitting beside me (on chairs) started to chat and I was so lucky to meet them as they were both very knowledgeable and gave me many pointers. One even disappeared and came back with a number clip (again something else I did not know I needed) which I still use. This is to hold the number that you will be given, shown in the catalogue and you need to keep on when in the ring so the judge knows which dog you are showing. One lady also gave me some advise on stripping Daisy’s coat. I thought just a good wash and brush would do but here again I learnt that you do not need to wash them, in fact this can make the hair too soft and you do need to strip them. I won’t go into too much detail about this here but it was a steep learning curve and I still struggle to get my dogs to look like the professional ones.
Another good point the ladies made was that I had entered every class Daisy was eligible for, five in fact and what I should have done was enter her in only one class. These are divided by age, sex and previous wins etc. The reason here being that you do not want to be beaten in any class on the day so you can then go forward to the Championship. So despite her winning three of the five classes because she was beaten to second and third place in the other two classes we were eligible for the Championship. I was just delighted to go home with a bag of rosettes.
I have to say that everyone was very friendly, the judge, the steward, people walking by, people on the stands. Then to my astonishment I was approached by a delightful gentleman who introduced himself as a breeder of wire haired dachshunds (amongst other things such as a plantation owner and Alsation breeder in the past) and a Crufts Judge. He offered to have a look at Daisy and also confirmed I need to give her coat a good strip (I now felt a bit like I had gone to a wedding in my jeans) The ladies beside me were delighted and said this was quite an opportunity for me so we followed him and he put Daisy on a table. I felt like a Mother having her baby inspected. What a professional he was, feeling all over her body, looking at her teeth, measuring her legs and body, length of neck, in fact every inch of her. By the time he had finished I was expecting to get a comment like “don’t know why you bothered to show this dog” but no, I had some very nice comments including that Daisy would make a good foundation bitch. Foundation bitch, what did that mean? My new friends soon told me and there started my next notion, breeding. I was very lucky indeed to have had the advice from so many knowledgeable people and so early in our career and I can’t thank them enough.
After the show in Leeds we then entered three more shows and did well before wondering if we should try a Championship Show. This was mostly decided due to the fact it was a show on our doorstep again at Harewood House, the weather was glorious and the people we had met so far said we should have a go. I was still enjoying taking home bags of rosettes so I entered her for a few classes again and did neither of us any favours as she came fourth and third in two classes but surprise, surprise she beat two super other dogs in a Limit class. I came out of the ring beaming all over my face and Daisy was jumping up and down, a happy little puppy. Everyone came over and congratulated us and patted us on the back. This all seemed a bit overkill until someone told me that she had just qualified for Crufts. It took several weeks for this to sink in and now we can enter the biggest dog show ever with my little Daisy. Watch this space.
Daisy did a wonderful job at Crufts 2015. Enterered into the Post Graduate Bitch with fourteen other girls in the class. She loved the show but forgot a lot of her training under the excitement of the day.
Daisy is now retired from breeding however with Kennel Club Approval will continue in the show ring, chasing rabbits and being a much loved pet.
Daisy had two litters of beautiful puppies which have all gone on to be much loved members of their new homes. Unfortunately she had to be speyed after her second litter due to complications. This then upset the status quo amoungst the pack as the two entire girls tried to take over as top dogs. There were rather a lot of squabbles and when one resulted in Daisy requiring surgery I made the hard decision to rehome her. this turned out to be the best thing ever. Daisy is now Queen Bee in her new home in Essex with Anne and her mother Maureen living the life of luxury. As Anne put it "she has more diary appointments than I do". She certainly deserves a good life and has it now as the only dog being totally spoilt and getting all the attention. I will miss her every day but am happy knowing she is now safe and loved.