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Doug Grant (bopper) told me of his experience running Mi-Cris Sailor in the Junior prior to Sailor being purchased by Murnane.

I was wondering how many others had a chance to run a dog that was a future National winner or did you own one of those that had the good fortune to win.
 

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In the fall of 1989 Mary Howley attended a wedding. She had a young dog that was coming off a pretty good Derby career and she asked me if I would take her to Paducah with us. I ran Mary’s dog in the Open and Amateur.

I went out on the last bird in the Open and won the Amateur with Mary’s little 26 month old dog. I got second with mine which qualified her for the National Am.

That win was the first (of many) All-Age wins for Mary’s young dog:
3X NFC-AFC CANDLEWOODS TANKS A LOT 89-NDC
 

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Now that's awesome !!!!!!
 

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Now that's what I'm talkin bout right there...


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Got to pet "Timex" once, made sure "Rocket" had water in training, and transported "Lil Ms Pogo" from Conroe to Dallas.

Also own "Pete". ("Peat" as in Repeat, according to "His Lady")

Does that count?

Jerry
 

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My story isn't about a famous dog but a famous person I met when buying a dog. I purchased a yellow male at Nan-Dool Kennels in Forest Lake, MN. When I went topickup the puppy a tall guy with a New York accent was getting a female from the litter. He was a pitcher for the Minnesta Twins and I asked him if the twins would renew his contract, he wasn't sure since he had an average season. The next season they have a winning season and the guy, Frank Viola, was MVP for the '87 world series.
 

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I have told this story before, so my apologies to those who have already heard it. I grew up in northern California, and attended my first FT as a spectator in the late 1970s when I was a teenager.

Collars were hot back then, and there were way too many pigs. But there was one little girl that stole my heart. She was there to work! She LOVED it! She LIVED for it! She flew like the wind on marks and blinds. For a know-nothing novice like me, how could I not fall in love with the drive and desire, when surrounded by so many that acted liked they would rather be anywhere else than there? :!:

On the land blind, it was one those days where this hard-charging ball of desire, didn't want to handle. When the owner/handler got her back to the line, he started storming back to his car. Like any teenager, I didn't know anything. I didn't know any better.

"What happened?" I said trying to keep pace.

He turned to me all red faced, with steam coming out of his ears. "WHAT HAPPENED?! What the [email protected]#K do you think happened?!?! You have [email protected]#King eyes, you saw what happened!!!"

I felt two inches tall. I crept back to the gallery and hung around the back away from anybody, 'less I ignorantly piss them off too. :?

A couple hours later the man saw me in the gallery and apparently felt sorry about what had transpired. He found me and apologized, and asked if I wanted to meet his dog.

We went back to his car, and he got her out of her crate. He let me pet her, and she kissed my face, but she really wanted to go back to the line (of course). He said she needed to be pottied and if I kept a tight hold on the leash I could do it for him, which I did. For the rest of the weekend I pretended she was my dog.

The man was Peter Lane. The dog was FC-NAFC Kannonball Kate. But to novice me, I didn't know what that meant, she was just a beautiful dog.
 
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