JUSTICE

Southland's Call For Justice, JH, CGC, WC
October 24, 2000 - April 18, 2002

Justice earned his titles at 10 months of age. He died suddenly at 17 months old, just prior to the spring test/trial season, taking with him a piece of my heart. My "Heart Dog", Justie, you will never be forgotten.

A Tribute to Justice

.And the Final mark went down,
Onto the glistening pond you knew and loved so well,
Thrown by your trusted friend and trainer.
.Your final thoughts. birds. wings tipped in gold.

Too young to have made your own mark on the retriever world,
Old enough to have touched the hearts of many and the soul of one,
Your demonstration of the true meaning of heart and desire....
Undying love and devotion until the very end.

You will live forever in my Retriever Hall of Fame,
You are the World's Greatest Retriever.

PATIENCE

Susan’s Patience Katie, TD, OA, OAJ
December 12, 1989 – February 18, 2007

Please keep Susan in your thoughts and prayers tonight as she lost her beloved "Patience" today.

"Pay" was a 17 year old dowager empress that Susan referred often and affectionately to as the "antique cocker". As a puppy, I think she was initially named more from a position of hope than fact.

When I asked Susan some time ago, how she got into the dogs games, her response was "two words: Patience - Survival".

She was 20 pounds of feisty, independence and ferocious devotion. A fistful that Susan's father declared at one time, "This is the worst dog we've ever had in this family!"...but I suspect that statement was made as a left-handed paean to who she was.

Susan often said that Pay trained the labs first before she had a chance to...
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SPOTTIE

September 10, 1990-July 15, 2002
Susan’s Spottie Alexander aka “Spottie Pippen”

You came to me as a 10 month old….  A weak moment as my dad had just died, and I got a call from my vet who told me the tale of woe of a beautiful 10 month old black & white spotted cocker spaniel.  Your owners had come to euthanize you, claiming you were the “terror of the neighborhood” and “vicious.”  The vet didn’t feel that you had any of those qualities, and asked the family if she could try to re-home him.  I told her I was only going to look at you (I had really wanted a lab as a second dog), but went out the door with a leash in my hand.  It soon became evident what a nervous little guy you were, and that you had undergone some physical abuse...
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