Splash Dog Bliss

Fun times at dock jumping class with the crew from Shasta Splash Dogs. Phanny and Tasha build confidence as Bliss and Sailor take to flying off the dock with style.


Fluffy puppy Phanny builds confidence in her jumps before taking on the full run. She took 1st place in side jumping.


Tasha takes her leap from the side. Happy girl brought home 3rd for side jumping.


Bliss’ 1st jump of the night.


Bliss and Tim on her 2nd jump. She set the jump to beat.


Sailor’s jump ties him with Bliss.


Sailor’s tie-breaking jump gains another foot in distance for the longest of the beginners. Sailor brought home 1st and Bliss 2nd for the end jumps.

Happy Birthday Tasha

Today is Tasha’s third birthday. We celebrated with some retrieves and photos in buttercups with her buds.

Happy Birthday Tasha!

In our area, the first showing of wild flowers happens around Tasha's birthday.

In our area, the first showing of wildflowers happens around Tasha’s birthday.

Redtail's Hotty Toddy Tasha - turns 3 years old today.

Redtail’s Hotty Toddy Tasha – turns three years old today.

Tasha is joined by Sailor and Bliss. Bliss, Sailor, Tasha

 Sailor and Bliss join the birthday girl.
Bliss, Sailor, Tasha

Tender Moments



Everyone needs a hug now and then. Tasha and one of her 2-day-old puppies. Too cute.

Different Approach

Sometimes life requires a different approach.

Sometimes life requires a different approach.

Saving Bliss

Life happens quickly and life-changing moments happen even faster.


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If you just came from Tim’s blog, The Forester Artist, then you saw this image of our pup, Bliss. What follows here is the rest of this life-changing story…

At 12 weeks old, an alert and healthy Bliss weighed 19.8 lb. at her well puppy check up. Two days later we left for vacation in the foothills of the western slope of the Sierra Nevada, also known as gold country. Of course, our golden retrievers joined us.

Sunday afternoon we settled in and were ready for another great stay at Roaring Camp. We decided not to hike upriver, as rattlesnakes are a natural occurrence along the rocky shores of rivers and streams. Sailor isn’t reliably snake-proof, and Bliss, well she’s a puppy and puppies can get into trouble in the blink of an eye. We decided to keep our activities closer to camp.

Monday morning we took the dogs to a familiar fenced meadow area. After cleaning up their morning business, we let them run a bit off lead. We didn’t verify the area was clear of dangers. Then in a blink of an eye it happened…puppy Bliss snatched organic matter from the edge of the field, from under a live oak tree, and ran with her prize to the middle of the field.

“She has mushrooms,” Tim alerted. He called Bliss and ran from her. A good move, true to puppy nature, she chased Tim while chewing on her prize. He checked her mouth and throat he found no particles. Maybe she didn’t swallow any.

Later in the afternoon, Bliss was pretty tired. We chalked it up to a busy day for a young puppy. At bedtime she was lethargic enough in behavior that I checked her gums. Moist. Healthy. Dark pink. Her behavior nagged at me, but I didn’t clue in.

Puppies are little and go downhill very fast. In wee hours of the morning, symptoms set in. Bliss was vomiting, very thirsty, and had the onset of watery diarrhea. She was still playful and appeared in good spirits, but clearly very ill. When the guides gathered for morning activities, we advised them we needed to take Bliss to the vet. We thought perhaps she picked up coccidiosis or giardia while in the woods with Tim the week before. With all the wildlife that visits our home, she could have picked up something intestinal there as well. Mike, Ricky, and Tammy all suggested we take her to Jackson Creek Veterinary. Jack guided us out of camp and through the locked gates.

Bliss in the early stages of liver failure...

Puppy Bliss in the early stages…

Upon arriving at the vet clinic, we gave a complete history all the way through her mushroom snatch the previous day. Bliss’ temp was 104.4F, 40.2C (normal for a pup 101 to 102.5F, 38 to 39C). Parvo, salmon poisoning, coccidiosis, leptospirosis, and giardia were ruled out. Bliss’ blood work was normal, except her ALT (liver) didn’t register. The young vet kept Bliss, started her on IV fluids along with medications for nausea and diarrhea. She checked with Dr. Bob since he was more experienced and would be taking over Bliss’ case the next day.

After receiving the call on Bliss, Dr. Bob didn’t wait and started on the case that evening. He was immediately alarmed about the mushroom exposure. All mushrooms are toxic to dogs, especially their liver. He explained the next morning that the ALT didn’t read on the blood work because it was too high. He worked up Bliss’ blood for a more accurate measure of her ALT; 3670 is completely off the charts. As a rule out measure, we evaluated her food history for a recalled product. No food recalls issued. No exposure to gum (xylitol). Her fecal was negative. At this point, the top candidate in Bliss’ illness was mushroom poisoning. Bliss remained on IV fluids and
S-Adenosylmethionine (milk thistle), anti nausea and anti diarrhea medication.

She was not well enough for a visit from us.

Tim and I looked for mushrooms in the field. Hidden amongst the grass, we found dozens of little brown buttons at the edges of fairy rings. How did we not see them? Tim got a good look at what Bliss had in her mouth, and this mushroom wasn’t it. We gathered some regardless and continued searching along the edge of the field. Under the live oak tree were some white mushrooms. They still didn’t look exactly the same until we found some in their over-mature state, beginning to decay. That’s it! We dug some up and put them in a doggy potty bag. They would have preserved better in a paper bag. Due to a lack of an Internet connection, we didn’t key out the mushroom until later.

Dr. Bob reported the next morning that Bliss’ kidneys were having trouble. Her blood work showed a very sick puppy and in the early stages of renal failure. He didn’t know if she would survive and suggested we visit her sooner than later. Again, Jack lead us out of camp so we could visit our sick puppy.

The silence in the car was eerie. Much the way it was when we rushed to see Blaze, Bliss’ great grand-dam, when she died from aflatoxin poisoning. In the back of our minds the memory stuck of not making it in time.

Bliss responds to Tim's touch. The vet prepared us for the worst.

Bliss responds to Tim’s touch. The vet prepared us for the worst.

Typical mushroom poisoning impacts the liver. Bliss’ kidney issue was a bit of a curveball. Bliss lay subdued with a haunt of death hovering over her tiny body. She managed to lick our hands and wag her tail a bit. Her response gave the veterinary folks hope. We left a shirt with our scent. Her outlook was bleak at best. Her lab values were upside-down and incompatible with life. The veterinarians were doing all they could to support her organs. We called upon dog loving friends for prayers.

Bliss responded positively to the therapy for her liver and kidney function. The next day, she was happy to see us and over the moon to see Sailor.

A much needed moment of hope.

A much needed moment of hope.

Bliss shows Sailor how much better she is feeling.

Bliss shows Sailor how much better she is feeling.

We were happy to see improvement. It was a stark contrast to her condition earlier. We swapped out the scent shirt and continued praying.

By that weekend, Bliss had normal kidney values and could go home (back to camp). She was in better shape, but still not full speed for a retriever pup. Dr. Bob insisted that she have follow-up two days later when we returned to our hometown.

Finally, all together at camp.

Finally, all together at camp.

While we were packing for our trip home, I came across the bag of mushroom samples. They were in pretty bad shape since we stored them in plastic and not paper. We snapped a few pictures and made some notes before tossing them in the trash.

White, fruiting in the spring, a California native. The stem had a ring and a bulbous cuplike base known as a volva. Found under a live oak tree. We only had notes, but it would be enough for identification. Those who know mushrooms have already cringed while reading this.

Amanita ocreata. © Kevin Lentz. Used with permission. Original image from mushroom observer.org

Amanita ocreata. © Kevin Lentz. Used with permission.

The range of Amanita ocreata.

The range of Amanita ocreata.

Amanita ocreata, aka North America's Western Destroying Angel

Aging Amanita ocreata, aka  America’s Western Destroying Angel ©Dimitar Bojantchev mushroomhobby.com

On the drive home,
I researched mushrooms on my tablet and keyed out the mushroom Bliss chewed on. We read the symptoms of poisoning, her case matched exactly. Gastric intestinal onset, liver and kidney failure are hallmarks of the amatoxin poisioning of the Amanita ocreata. But it seemed unlikely that a puppy would survive such a mushroom when half a cap could kill an adult human. We continued our research at home until we found images of the aging mushroom.
There was no denying that Bliss chewed on an Amanita ocreata, America’s Western Destroying Angel.

Back on IV fluids.

Back on IV fluids.

Setbacks and downturns. After consulting with several quality local vets we wound up seeing Dr. Haynes in Redding. Within the period of 48 hours, Bliss’ renal and hepatic values were again in the abnormal range. She needed 24 hour hospital care. The hepatic specialists at UC Davis were ready to admit Bliss for emergency ICU treatment. Bliss would not have us nearby. We believe puppy attitude is important and also felt our local vets were already in contact with specialists at UC Davis. We decided to hospitalize her closer to home and reevaluate her condition daily.
Truth be told, they didn’t expect her to survive. Survival rate for amatoxin poisoning is slim at best. Bliss had withered to 17 pounds.


Bliss spent her days hospitalized on life saving fluids, flushing the poison from her body in an effort to save her life.


Tim often made his visit in the morning on his way to the woods.

I often took afternoon visits.

I often took the afternoon off of work for a later visits.

In the days that followed, Tim and I split visits with Bliss, one in the morning and one in the late afternoon. We swapped her scent shirt daily and provided her something to chew for teething. With daily updates, our dog lover prayer chain continued.

It was a happy visit when her numbers started trending in a better direction. On our 32nd Anniversary, we visited Bliss together.

It was a happy visit when her numbers started trending in a better direction. On our 32nd Anniversary, we visited Bliss together.

As Bliss began her third week post  amatoxin poisoning, she was ready to come home. She needed subcutaneous fluids twice a day at home. I made regular treks to Redding for daily renal function blood work. Slowly, her renal values improved.

On the first attempt to wean her from subq fluids, her renal function ticked out of range. We slowed the process down.

In week four, as her numbers stabilized, the local suppliers ran out of her commercial renal diet. After hours of research, I prepared a homemade renal diet. That week, Bliss saw her first smack dab in the middle normal renal numbers.

At one month post amatoxin poisoning, I consulted Dr. Betsy Adamson, a veterinary specialist in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Studies of Rehmannia Six have shown promising results for kidney support. We added in herbal support for renal healing.

When the food shipment arrived, Bliss returned to the commercial renal diet.

With normal renal values at two months out, we slowly weaned her from subq fluids. When renal values held, we began mixing in large breed puppy nutrition in an attempt to support her growing needs. All the while we monitored her renal function with regular blood work.

Two and a half months post amatoxin poisoning, just as Bliss was on 75% large breed puppy nutrition, 25% renal, she was big enough to climb up to the stored bag of normal puppy kibble and eat more than her fill. Not surprising, her BUN ticked out of range and her CREA followed as indicators her kidneys were working overtime to clear the puppy binge. We placed her back on subq fluids and 100% renal diet. Then once in the clear, eased back to normal nutrition.


The liver has remarkable regenerative capability, so we expect full liver recovery. We continue pampering her kidneys to give them every chance for healing. Time will tell the future for this strong little pup. For us it’s been somewhat of a whirlwind. Several hours a day have been spent traveling to vet appointments, subq fluids, and supervising an ambitious, eat everything, puppy that doesn’t know she nearly died. Her growth curve at 3 months targeted an adult weight of 55 lb. She has finally returned to the pre-poisoning growth curve.


She has no idea that she almost died.

You’d never know by looking at her what she’s been through. She has no idea that she almost died.

It’s been three months since Bliss chewed up an Amanita ocreata, a California native mushroom known as America’s Western Destroying Angel.  We count our blessings that she’s still with us. We don’t know how full her recovery will be, how well she has done thus far is somewhat remarkable. She’s known locally as “The Miracle Puppy.” 

You would never know what she’s been through by meeting her. Every day we give thanks for all the vets who’ve had a hand in her care and for our dog loving friends who’ve answered the request for prayers.

Mostly, we are thankful that Bliss is sticking around.

“Sticking Around”

Here’s a gallery:

Dams of Bliss

When I watch new mama dogs with puppies, I’m struck by their instinctual tenderness while caring for their newborns.

Bliss, 9-weeks-old, taking her place in her family of hunting retrievers.

Bliss, 9-weeks-old, taking her place in her family of hunting retrievers.

We recently brought home our newest puppy addition. This past weekend, I got to thinking of when she has pups. She’ll have to wait until she passes important health clearances and has proven herself as a hunting dog and family companion, so it’ll be at least two years before she becomes a mom.

I personally know many of the “Mamas” on her dam’s side.

I think Bliss will do them proud. I hope you enjoy this gallery of some of the mama retrievers in her lineage. Just click an image to open a larger view.

Forester Friday … A Forester’s New Dog

Redtail's Guilty Pleasure - Bliss

Redtail’s Guilty Pleasure – Bliss

Tim has a cute video of her in the original post.


golden retriever puppy, golden retriever, dog, puppy Meet “Bliss”, Redtail’s Guilty Pleasure. Our new baby girl. Bliss is the Great-Great-Great Grandpup of our first golden “Bo.”

This was her first week with us.

Here, Mary and I just picked up Bliss from the breeder Susan Liptak. Here, Mary and I just picked up Bliss from the breeder, Susan Liptak.

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Happy Birthday Bliss – Gracie

Gracie is visiting our place for a while. Today is her birthday. Time for some birthday pictures. Of course Sailor had to join in.

You’re a good girl, Gracie. Happy Birthday!

Saving Sailor

A year ago, while talking with my friend, Jill, at Saturday Night Golden Retrievers, I found out she was placing a male dog named Sailor.

Sailor was 17 months old and had a bit of a rough history. His first home was not prepared for his level of energy and their life circumstances prevented Sailor from receiving the most basic of training. When the breeder found out that Sailor’s home was not turning out as planned, she worked diligently to have the dog returned.

Sailor's early days with his littermates at Saturday Night Goldens. Images courtesy Jill Flament.

Sailor’s early days with his littermates at Saturday Night Goldens. Images courtesy Jill Flament.

In his first home, when he had typical naughty puppy behavior, he was isolated in a crate. He wasn’t taught. He was just locked up. Sailor spent a lot of his time with everyone mad at him. They didn’t know what to do with him. When Sailor returned to the breeder at 10 months old, he didn’t know his name, didn’t know how to walk on a leash, wasn’t connecting to people and was a bit of a mess.

After his return, the breeders, Jill and Doug, took time to evaluate him and begin repairing and rebuilding his life as a dog. He received a new name, learned to walk on a leash and began gaining social skills with their pack of dogs.

Sailor was always a gentle soul. He never struck out with a growl or nip; rather, when it all was too much to handle, he ran away. This aversion to stress made it difficult for Sailor to learn the skills he needed as a family dog, much less a working retriever. Jill and Doug had their work cut out for them.

When winter came to Montana, Sailor was spending a lot of time in the kennel. That’s the way it is when it’s really cold out. The indoor facility was safe and warm, outside it was -29° F. Needless to say, outdoor time was very limited. Jill noticed that Sailor’s disconnect from people was growing, save for the time he spent with Doug during the limited training opportunities in winter. Sailor was already at risk due to the isolation he experienced in his first home.

Even though he was not completely up to their standard for rehoming, she knew it was in his best interest to complete his training in a different living situation. Finding the right home at the right time was crucial for Sailor. Jill knew Tim and I had done rehabilitation work with hunting retrievers. She was very honest with us about his skill level and his history. She provided us a link to his pedigree on K9Data.

When she first made us aware of Sailor’s availability, we were still reeling over our own news that our Blitz was dying. The next week when I talked to Jill, Sailor came up again. Tim and I decided that night we would buy Sailor.

Our first meeting.

Our first meeting.

The next day after work on Feb. 14, we headed for Montana. Doug kindly met us in Dillon on the 15th saving us six hours on our total drive. We turned right around and headed for home, hoping to beat the incoming winter snowstorm. That night we stayed in a motel in Twin Falls, ID.

Sailor’s first move in the hotel room was to jump on the bed, grab a pillow, and play catch with himself. Okay, playful boy!

I awoke at 4:30 a.m. needing a bathroom break. Not wanting to wake everyone at such an early hour, I quietly placed the lid down and didn’t flush. As I washed my hands, I heard a spray of water…
not water.

Sailor surprises us with his skill to "go"

Sailor surprises us with his skill to “go”

Sailor was peeing between the toilet seat and lowered lid. Yelling ensued. So much for not waking anyone.

With that start to our day, we headed home in the snowstorm that had arrived early.

As we got well into Nevada the snow let up, and it was smooth sailing the rest of the way home. Once here, Sailor began to familiarize himself with the house. He surprised us again by peeing in the toilet, this time with remarkable aim.

Thus began our lives with Sailor, one year ago today.

In his time here we have built on what Jill and Doug started. Sailor has learned to trust and learned to train. He has learned he can make mistakes and he won’t be locked up. He doesn’t run away when the going gets tough. He even returns when retrieving, something much harder to teach an older dog compared to a puppy. He has learned hand signals for running blinds, and does multiple retrieves.

He’s had success bird hunting and will run some AKC Hunting Tests this year.

His biggest milestone by far… he pees outside.

Happy anniversary, Sailor, we are blessed to have you in our home.  To see highlights of Sailor’s first year, see gallery below.

NOTE:  When the breeders I know place a puppy in a home, they do so based on the information and references provided by the puppy buyer. Sometimes information isn’t communicated well, other times life circumstances change; in either case the pup winds up in a home that’s not a match.
The breeders I know (myself included) have a provision in their puppy contract that the pup is to return to the breeder and not be placed in a shelter should life circumstances require the pup be re-homed.
In these cases, after the breeder has spent time to evaluate the adult dog, they will place the dog in a new home.
We are happy to be Sailor’s forever home.

Click to enlarge and enjoy Sailor’s first year with us in his forever home.