The
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
memories.
How you loved playing with water - from
the hose,
from
the stream, from the ocean.
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.
The surprise when I opened the
German
Shepherd Quarterly
at the '87 National to seven pictures of you the first time you saw sheep.
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.
My
excitement when you got a 4-point Major Reserve at the Diablo Specialty
with me handling.
The Oregon
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.
Your first
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
you.
GSDCA Training Achievement Sire and the
GSDCA Thirteen
Club.