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I had a large heartbreak this week, and I feel compelled to share it with this board so new and old comers alike can possibly learn something. I have been in this sport for 5 years and owned a total of 5 dogs; I have always been searching for THE special dog. I started it because I bought a Chocolate dog that had some breeding in his Pedigree 2 generations back and bought every book I could find. I trained with the local trainer and learned all I could, I trained everywhere and actually made a half assed duck dog. I felt I had something special so I entered a Derby with him and was soundly spanked, twice. I tried hunt tests and found it challenging and thru a couple deployments I lost all I gained in training. I tried my best to retrain him but ended up placing him with family to try again with a fresh start.
I found a local guy at a new duty station who took me under his wing and showed me the error of my training and I went in search of a new dog. Raven was her name and she was sired by a NFC, she was special I earned a Derby 3rd and Qual 3rd @ a year old with her, I trained every day, hard because I wanted to make a statement with her, she passed her littermates by leaps and bounds and I loved her dearly, she was my constant companion and best friend. Once day in training in September I pushed her too hard on a hot day and I killed her, she went in heat stroke. I tried my best to save her and would have done anything to keep any part of her, but the vet told me she was suffering and that there was really no choice, so I accepted that heavy responsibility of my actions and considered quitting the game at that point, the grief of losing your dog is just too damn much.
I had another pup in training at that time so I continued training him and dropped out of the scene for awhile to work on him with a new focus on changing my ways, he was special but really did not fit my personality so I placed him with a new owner when he was 14 months old, he won a Qual 2 months later and I realized I made a huge mistake but made a great friend in his new co-owner, I vicariously lived thru his successes with the dog I trained and felt rewarded. When working with this pup I convinced a friend to buy a pup from a similar breeding that he gave to me when she was 6 months. I bonded instantly with her, she was wonderful, she won a jam @ 10 months old in a derby and passed 4 seniors with a master pass ay 16 months. I felt like she was a true fit with me and would be the first all-age dog I trained myself. This fall she won a 2nd place in the derby and was a solid Qual dog before 2 years old. I began her transition into all-age work, and really allowed myself to love her, she is exactly what I have always wanted and much more. I started another pup and sold him to the same co-owner to concentrate on her and dedicate my now scarce time to only her. I felt she was breeding material and I scheduled a breeding with a local big-time amateur who has an awesome dog, so I started getting her clearances, her cnm test came back negative, her eyes were clear and scheduled her for OFA examinations.
It was then that I learned to hate this game, the vet showed me her hip x-rays and he pointed out a fracture she received as a pup in her Right hip, I had never noticed that her right leg was shorter than her left and she had never showed any lameness but there it was clearer than day, her hip was barely in the socket, "damn" was all I could say, you see I love this dog and she aint going anywhere she's like my kid, and you see I love her. The Vet said she could never have pups and I am okay with that but what concerns me is that her competitive career is over, 2 years of my best down the drain. This dog lives to please and when I think about it, we do this game for us not them, there is no sense risking her being lame forever to satisfy my enjoyment, So now I am without a dog in a game I love to play and don’t have the room to start again because I have the earlier brown dog back at home and the newly diagnosed dog I wont risk injury to. So I am out of this crap until the brown dog leaves to heaven and off to start again.
the point of my rambling is to love these guys as much as you can, they give us their all and never make excuses about pain or discomfort they do it all for you and when you cant train em anymore all they want is to remain your friend. God's been teaching me a lesson to cherish the simple gift of having one to love and that should be the primary goal of owning one.
Rob Libberton
I found a local guy at a new duty station who took me under his wing and showed me the error of my training and I went in search of a new dog. Raven was her name and she was sired by a NFC, she was special I earned a Derby 3rd and Qual 3rd @ a year old with her, I trained every day, hard because I wanted to make a statement with her, she passed her littermates by leaps and bounds and I loved her dearly, she was my constant companion and best friend. Once day in training in September I pushed her too hard on a hot day and I killed her, she went in heat stroke. I tried my best to save her and would have done anything to keep any part of her, but the vet told me she was suffering and that there was really no choice, so I accepted that heavy responsibility of my actions and considered quitting the game at that point, the grief of losing your dog is just too damn much.
I had another pup in training at that time so I continued training him and dropped out of the scene for awhile to work on him with a new focus on changing my ways, he was special but really did not fit my personality so I placed him with a new owner when he was 14 months old, he won a Qual 2 months later and I realized I made a huge mistake but made a great friend in his new co-owner, I vicariously lived thru his successes with the dog I trained and felt rewarded. When working with this pup I convinced a friend to buy a pup from a similar breeding that he gave to me when she was 6 months. I bonded instantly with her, she was wonderful, she won a jam @ 10 months old in a derby and passed 4 seniors with a master pass ay 16 months. I felt like she was a true fit with me and would be the first all-age dog I trained myself. This fall she won a 2nd place in the derby and was a solid Qual dog before 2 years old. I began her transition into all-age work, and really allowed myself to love her, she is exactly what I have always wanted and much more. I started another pup and sold him to the same co-owner to concentrate on her and dedicate my now scarce time to only her. I felt she was breeding material and I scheduled a breeding with a local big-time amateur who has an awesome dog, so I started getting her clearances, her cnm test came back negative, her eyes were clear and scheduled her for OFA examinations.
It was then that I learned to hate this game, the vet showed me her hip x-rays and he pointed out a fracture she received as a pup in her Right hip, I had never noticed that her right leg was shorter than her left and she had never showed any lameness but there it was clearer than day, her hip was barely in the socket, "damn" was all I could say, you see I love this dog and she aint going anywhere she's like my kid, and you see I love her. The Vet said she could never have pups and I am okay with that but what concerns me is that her competitive career is over, 2 years of my best down the drain. This dog lives to please and when I think about it, we do this game for us not them, there is no sense risking her being lame forever to satisfy my enjoyment, So now I am without a dog in a game I love to play and don’t have the room to start again because I have the earlier brown dog back at home and the newly diagnosed dog I wont risk injury to. So I am out of this crap until the brown dog leaves to heaven and off to start again.
the point of my rambling is to love these guys as much as you can, they give us their all and never make excuses about pain or discomfort they do it all for you and when you cant train em anymore all they want is to remain your friend. God's been teaching me a lesson to cherish the simple gift of having one to love and that should be the primary goal of owning one.
Rob Libberton