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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.
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How you loved playing with water - from the hose,
from the stream, from
the ocean.
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When your OFA Certificate arrived - I was looking so hard for
"Good" that I couldn't see "Excellent".
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The friends you made at the Cow Palace that recognized you
at the Del Valle show.
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Some of your antics in the obedience ring - you were so
full of yourself
.
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You "cheering" for your favorite girls in their classes.
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The surprise when I opened the
German Shepherd Quarterly at the '87 National
to seven pictures of you the first time you saw sheep.
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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.
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The show photos that I opened with Joan Ludwig's note:
"Beautiful Head"
.
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You with antlers and a red nose posing for a whole roll of
Rudolph pictures.
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One-quarter of the poppy seed cake missing on the morning
of the Temperament Test.
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My excitement when you
got a 4-point Major Reserve at the Diablo Specialty with me
handling.
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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.
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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.
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Your mom almost beat
Racketeer; you almost beat Georgio Armani.
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The pride I felt when
I got my Breeder's pin and Champion pin, and the dual award plaque at
the National.
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Evaluating your
puppies - 60 or so; at least three were OFA Excellent.
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Whenever someone
opened a car door to leave, you got into the back seat and settled down
expecting a ride.
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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.
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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.
