Below is a tribute to a sire we have used -
written by his owner, Carol Pitlock.
AKC Champion Dreamweaver's
Heineken, CD, HT, TC
October 24, 1984 -
February 24, 1998
Bear was the father of
Boz, Hilda, and Nixie
and the grandfather of Molly, Autumn,
Ebony, and Gunther.
I wish I had done more for you and with you.
But, you know, we did
a lot and had a good time.
They say that happiness is measured in moments.
There were a lot
of moments in 14 years.
conformation classes where you trained me to go around the ring. But my
legs weren't long enough. Bill Raysor's were. Thank you, Bill, for the
the stream, from the ocean.
How you loved playing with water - from
When your OFA
Certificate arrived - I was looking so
hard for "Good" that I couldn't see "Excellent."
The friends you made at the Cow Palace
that recognized you at the Del Valle show.
Some of your antics in the obedience ring
- you were so full of yourself
You "cheering" for your favorite
girls in their classes.
at the '87 National to seven pictures of you the first time you saw sheep.
The surprise when I opened the
Herding training - 110 miles each way on
Wednesday night. Later Tuesday and Thursday mornings with ducks behind
Stanford Stadium. I told my boss I had biofeedback sessions at Stanford University.
The show photos that I opened with Joan
Ludwig's note: "Beautiful Head"
You with antlers and a red nose posing for
a whole roll of Rudolph pictures.
One-quarter of the poppy seed cake missing
on the morning of the Temperament Test.
excitement when you got a 4-point Major Reserve at the Diablo Specialty
with me handling.
specialty where we were first
in the ring in a class of 13. I got my foot caught in a ring standard and fell flat. It
only knocked the wind out of me, but it could have made America's
Funniest Home Videos.
Major with Bill; your finishing Major with Don Kille; Second in Veterans at the National;
Fourth in Group at Del Monte and
all the people we knew that congratulated us - our friends from Agility even gave us a
video of your win; your last time in the ring at the Diablo show's Parade of Champions.
Your mom almost beat Racketeer; you almost
beat Georgio Armani.
The pride I felt when I got my Breeder's
pin and Champion pin, and the dual award plaque at the National.
Evaluating your puppies - 60 or so;
at least three were OFA Excellent.
Whenever someone opened a car door to
leave, you got into the back seat and settled down expecting a ride.
At my dog camp (Canine
Camp of the Redwoods) while loading up the Suburban to go to a tracking exercise, when they realized there was an extra dog, you
left and sauntered across the field to me. I found out later what
happened. It was your car - I guess you assumed you could go.
How you loved the sound of the dinosaur
squeakers. You seemed so disappointed when the sound went away. Was it five years you had
your dinosaurs? I stocked them in the hope chest. When you looked sad, I got a new one for
GSDCA Training Achievement Sire and the
And then one
day, your great heart just stopped beating. You died peacefully at home and there you
remain. I have your semen stored. When it's time, I will keep one of your sons. And I hope
he loves life as much as his father did.
I'll see you at
the Rainbow Bridge, Bear.
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