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Field Champion Homeacres Gold Dust

3/23/94 to 7/28/04 -- crossed over the Rainbow Bridge at 10 years, four months of age, beloved field trial dog and companion to Julie and Joan Warshefski.

Dusty came to us from Bob and Barb Youngs out of Barb's  Nampachee's Kentucky Woman (Cassie) and FC Scattman and managed to worm her way into all four of our hearts with her antics from early on, for Dusty was just as much Bob and Barb's as she was Joan and Julie's.

When Joan was unable to run her because of knee surgery, she turned the little roan bitch over  to her then 13 year old granddaughter, Julie, who, first time out (for both of them) got a 4th place in the puppy stake -- -- hence Julie's e-mail address "Dusty4th".  I will be forever beholding to the Duster for bringing Julie into the field trialing game and allowing me to spend more quality time with her than I could ever imagine.

Always a bit of a renegade, you had to always keep your hands on and control over her, even as a young pup ...... Julie: do you remember chasing her down the road, when you let the then six-month old pup slip by you on our way home from a field trial?  That was just the beginning of a few scarey times with her.

She loved the power lines at Southern New England's trial ..... with the pot roast dinner at the end of the line a few miles away....... but it was quite a cast! ....... and the time she got away from us at Del Val on the State
grounds ...... only to be brought back by a young couple hoping to adopt her, and giving her up with tears in their eyes along with a special LL Bean bed (which still lays today next to my bed with her imprint on it) ....... and the time she took a cast at Northern Virginia with a tracking collar on ..... and all we could see was it moving farther and farther away at too high a rate of speed to catch up until it disappeared when the dognapper made off with her......  Thank God for the posse' of locals tracking her down to a PetSmart
..... she got a trim and bath out of that one! ..... and then at Southeastern's trial when a inmate's visitor, seeing her crossing a sand road on a cast, made off with her to hold her for ransom ....... but not least of all was
five years ago  when you ingested something (or got bit by something) at the Upper New York trial and we found her almost gone ........ if it wasn't for the new cell phone and calls to Cornell during that awful hour-long trip and their expert and speedy treatment of a still unknown cause, we would have lost you then ........ You have cheated death and mishap over and over, but .....ah!..... quite a life you have led and what a  road you have led us down ....my poor Dusty.

Her last few months at home have been filled with some sad times and some very happy times.  She was diagnosed with nasal cancer and when she was hemorrhaging all over in May, I thought for sure we would lose her then, but God was good to us and we had some real quality time together as she swam in the pool and lounged around with me.  She was a wonderful companion and I only wish we had more time together, but as I promised her when she was first diagnosed, I would not let her suffer, and today when she couldn't walk and the vet told me that there was a large mass pushing against her back end, I knew it was time to hold up my end of the bargain, so I held her and stroked her through her last breath whispering ...... Goodbye Dusty Doodle ..... we love you and we'll miss you....... run free when you cross the Rainbow Bridge to the endless fields and hedgerows loaded with quail, for Harry is waiting on his trusty old "Blue" horse to run you through eternity...... Run free sweet Dusty....... till we meet again ........

Champion Willey's PDQ Renegade Riley

In Memory of Riley - I never knew how much my heart could ache, until Riley died. I didn't even know he was sick, until the gut wrenching phone call from Bob early in the morning on November 16, 1999. Bob reported Riley had been a bit lethargic and off his food for a couple days, but no temperature or other sign of illness. Suddenly, he took a turn for the worse and Bob rushed him to the local veterinarian where multiple tests were inconclusive. I gave authorization to do whatever it would take to save his life, but he died in Bob's truck on the way to the Veterinary Hospital at Iowa State University. An autopsy concluded that he died of complications from a massive anaerobic bacterial infection, most likely nocardia or actinomycosis. A deadly risk for any hunting dog, and even if diagnosed early, treatment is long term with an unknown prognosis.
 
It's been almost four years, and not a day goes by that I don't think of that dog. I've shed millions of tears, but the joy he brought in the four short years we shared, still warms my heart like nothing else.
 
Riley was my second Brittany, and Fergie seemed to love him as much as I did. He excelled in the show ring as a young dog, and was the inspiration for an article I wrote in 1996 for the ABC magazine, "Dual Dreams". Showing Riley was a joy, and finishing his CH title over tough California competition with me as his handler was a thrill I'll always remember.
 
Sired by ABC Hall of Famer, NAC/DC/AFC Renegade's Kansas Kid, out of FC Willey's Famous Flirt, Riley was the pick of the litter, bred by Rick Willey, of Minneapolis. If luck and time had been on our side, he could have been the 5th Dual Champion out of "Kid". He needed only one more field win for the FC/DC title . . .
 
I received over 100 emails from other Brittany owners and friends all over the country in the days and weeks after Riley's death, and that outpouring of sympathy and support was appreciated more than I could ever express. Ten days later, Marc and I traveled to the ABC Nationals in Booneville, Arkansas, and were honored by a moment of silence and words of sympathy spoken by the Chairperson of the Nat'l Specialty Show. Riley's absence in the Field Trial Dog Class and Parade of National Qualifiers was painfully obvious.
 
Our friends Ken and Jane Windom of Ames, Iowa had taken care of the arrangements for Riley's cremation, and brought his ashes to us. The box now sits on the bottom shelf of a full trophy case in the living room. His many ribbons are packed away in a box. Pictures are everywhere. He lives in our hearts and memories.

AFC Lit'l Buddy Chip MH

AFC Lit'l Buddy Chip MH was put to rest on March 15, 2002 at the age of almost 14 years. Bred by Harold Perry of Bakersfield, Marc picked Chip from a litter of nine at the age of six weeks and took him home two weeks later. Chip was a natural bird dog, and Marc must have shot at least 1000 birds over him. If you want to view a moving tribute to this amazing dog, visit www.brittany.org and click on "Memories".
 
Chip wasn't a big dog, but he sure had a big heart and never let up in his zealous pursuit of birds. He hated to honor another dog's point, but cooperated enough with Marc in training and AKC Hunt Tests to easily earn his Senior and Master Hunter titles by the age of four.
 
Marc always has goals, and the next was to get ONE placement at a field trial in an AKC Gun Dog stake. At the age of 7 when many dogs are retired from competition, Chip went out with Marc (on foot), and delivered a polished 2nd place performance at his very first field trial. That started an amazing field trial performance record of 35 wins/ placements, 9 points towards an FC title, and the achieving of his AFC title. Marc and Chip were almost always in the ribbons . . . not bad at all for a little old dog trained and handled by a new amateur. At the age of 11, after a hilarious outing with Vicki as his handler, Chip retired from field trial competition. Did I mention he hated to honor another dog's point? Yep, stealing point will get you thrown out.
 
Chip was bred 7-8 times, never to a field titled female, but always to good bird dogs. Bred once to a Show CH who produced 2 female puppies, Marc kept one and named her "Lit'l Ms Smarty Pants". Kelly was the same age as Riley, and was actively campaigned in the show ring and field trials with moderate success in both. At the age of 5, Kelly went to Arizona to live with her breeder/ co-owner. We know she's dearly loved, and has a great home.
 
Chip was 11 when we lost Riley, and from that point on we realized that every day with him was a gift, as you never know when tragedy or old age will call a dog to Dog Heaven. In the fall of 2000, Chip was very ill for about 10 days. He couldn't keep food down, and had chronic diarrhea. But antibiotics and TLC kept him going, and he lived another 18 months almost trouble free. Right up until the very end, he was full of life and spunk, demanding to be fed by barking hysterically, and not taking any "interference" from the young dogs.
 
On Friday morning, March 15, 2002, Chip didn't eat his breakfast and Marc was concerned about him. I watched him sleeping so soundly that he didn't move for hours. At noon I woke him up and took him outside for a potty break. He went down, and couldn't get up. In tears I called Marc at work and he came home immediately. We hugged Chip over and over, saying our goodbyes thru our tears. Then we made the short drive to his long time vet, Dr. Sydney Brown. He never woke up again but his heart was still beating when we carried him into the office. We all had tears in our eyes as he was gently laid to rest.  
 
Chip's ashes rest in a little cedar box on a shelf in Marc's office. We loved him dearly, and know how lucky we were to have him for almost 14 years. He truly was Marc's BEST Lit'l Buddy Chip.  

Trooper
Enoree Trooper Tahkee   
23 September 1995 to 25 December 2005

We lost our beloved Trooper on Christmas day 2005 after 10 wonderful years.    Most people would think that Brittanies are born and bred  bird dogs and our Trooper was all of that, but for those of us who love them they are much more.... they are Gods blessing to a select few of us and the champions of our heart. Trooper carried the line of Pacolet Cheyenne Sam and the great Ban-Dee.  He had the big bold muscular looks and I like to think their champions regal stature and gait. Those champions are gone now and so is  our champion,  Trooper.

You see Trooper had none of those champions titles to go with his name, Enoree Trooper Tahkee. Enoree for my birth place , Enoree, SC.  Trooper,because he was  so brave and such a little 'Trooper' when we brought him  home at 7 1/2 weeks. Tahkee for Tahkee Thailand his moms birth place. No champions titles but you welded your heart to us and became the bridge between our two hearts. Giving such love and devotion that words cannot express. Trooper you became and are the champion of our hearts.

T, we have cried a million tears and miss you almost more than we can stand. We take joy in remembering the long walks and trips we took to 'go get the birds'. Your brother Buck and sisters Pokey and Baby miss you to....without you here we can't say ' Trooper, go find Buck!' when he wanders too far as he likes to do. I would give most anything I have just to see you run with us once more...to watch you swim in the lake after a hot run or see you leap off the boat after a mallard......those days are gone now but not the memories.

T, know that you will always have a special piece of our hearts, that piece is yours because you took it with you. I thank God that he sent you to us for those ten years. But I know that now your boisterous bark is heard in heaven and that you now have that new heart we could not give you here.

Trooper, my good, good boy, I miss you so.
Dad