We were always on the outlook for new breeding stock. The Bedouin had many lovely dogs, but it was a real problem trying to get anything from them. We did get puppies on several occasions, but few of them grew up to be exactly what we were looking for
- it is very hard to look at a five or six week old puppy and to know for sure what it will be as an adult. So, in order to increase the gene pool and bring in some new blood, after several years of breeding, we
came up with a new idea - we would travel down to the desert with a bitch in season and breed her to the best Bedouin male
we could find.
The bitch selected for this great experiment was Hava (Lahava me
Shaar Hagai, litter sister to Ch. Lapid). When she came in season, I got in touch
with a friend of ours who lived in the south, in Arad. Marvin was a biology
teacher and had been the chief biologist of the southern region for the Israel Nature Reserves Authority, as well as being
a dog man himself. He knew the Bedouin well, and was very familiar with all the
roads and tracks in the area.
I was looking forward to the trip.
It was winter, and in our area it was cloudy, cold and rainy. I was looking
forward to the warm desert sun. The drive took about two hours, and what a difference
it is driving south, and not in the busy traffic of the Tel Aviv\Jerusalem area! The
roads may not be as good, but you can drive along sometimes rarely seeing another car.
It was sunny in Arad, but there were clouds moving up, and it was
not very warm. Oh well, so much for enjoying the desert sun!
We took the road out of Arad in the direction of Massada. This is the side of Massada without access to the fortress on top.
The road is almost untraveled except for Bedouin returning to their camps. There
was absolutely nothing there at this time of year - December - not even a blade of grass or the slightest touch of greenery
was apparent, only barren hillside covered with loose rocks. Everything was gray
and brown and nothing alive was visible until you came over a rise and suddenly found a concealed Bedouin camp.
The Bedouin in this area still lived in tents in very traditional
style, not in the tin shantytowns that had begun to spring up in much of the south.
However, the area was so barren that the Bedouin had trouble finding enough feed for their flocks, and many of the
adult men of the tribes would work in Arad as watchmen or in construction work, a good portion of their earnings going to
buy feed for the sheep and goats. To the Bedouin, their tradition was very important,
and even though keeping their livestock was, sometimes, not profitable, they were not willing to give up this way of life. Even in the shantytowns, we had often seen the traditional tent pitched in the yard
outside of the government provided house, and the house being used, in part, as a shelter for the animals. For the most part, we found only teenagers and children in the camps; the women usually stayed out of sight.
The only redeeming part of this bleak landscape - which in its own
harsh and unforgiving way is very beautiful - was the sight of the Dead Sea through the hills.
The only thing to remind us that we were in the modern world was the sight of the apartment buildings of Arad in the
There were many dogs. All
the Bedouin camps had at least three or four. Some of them were out with the
flocks. All of the Bedouin mentioned that there was a lot of trouble with predatory
wolves, and that the dogs were very necessary to protect the flocks.
We saw a number of very good-looking dogs, but none were exactly
what I was looking for. Most of them had cut ears - the Bedouin cut the ears
of their watchdogs as they feel that it makes them more alert, and also that then they are less vulnerable in fights. So it was impossible to tell if these dogs had standing ears or not.
We decided to try another area, and drove over to the other side
of Arad, near the garbage dump, to look for more dogs.
Garbage dumps are favored haunts of Bedouin dogs - they find it necessary
to eke out their diet with scavenging and hunting. The Bedouin are not generous
with the food they provide for their dogs, expecting them to take care of themselves.
So it was common to find numbers of Bedouin dogs checking out the pickings there.
As we drove in to the dump, we spotted three dogs - a beautiful black
and white bitch, a cream colored dog with a longish coat, and a magnificent red and white male of ideal type. That was the one! We stopped and I started to pull Hava out
of the car, but the dogs didnt wait to see what was happening - they trotted off across the desert.
The great chase began. We
tried to find tracks (in most places, a track through the desert was where one set of tire tracks, usually of a Bedouin pick-up
truck, had at some previous time passed) going in the direction that the dogs were going.
We spotted the dogs again and tried to get ahead of them - I figured that if I could get in front of them with Hava,
maybe they would stop to check her out. No such luck - the bitch paused to bark
at us, but then they ran on, with me running after them with Hava. She didnt
understand what the purpose of this chase was either - she would have preferred to stop and check out all the strange and
Suddenly, I came to the top of a rise, and there below me was a Bedouin
camp. This was the goal of the dogs - they had settled down in the center of
I left it up to Marvin, who had caught up to me in the jeep, to try
to explain to the Bedouin why anyone should bother bringing a bitch to breed to one of their dogs. They found this a very strange idea, but had no objections - it certainly provided a break in the day to
day routine. The male, however, was another story. Bedouin dogs manage their sex life very much on their own, and this dog was very suspicious of strangers
appearing with a bitch in season and expecting him to do something about it in front of an audience. When he finally became interested enough to come over and inspect Hava, she clearly showed that she was
not about to carry on with a total stranger!
It was getting towards dark and it was bitterly cold and windy (so
much for the sunny, warm desert!) But there was nothing to do but wait for the
dogs to get acquainted - they had to go through the entire routine of sniffing, playing, testing dominance, chasing away other
interested dogs, and finally getting down to business. The breeding took place
successfully, and then the tie lasted for forty-five minutes - highly successful from a breeders standpoint, but from my standpoint,
I wasnt sure that I wouldnt freeze to death before they finished.