In memoriam...


[fusion_builder_container hundred_percent="yes" overflow="visible"][fusion_builder_row][fusion_builder_column type="1_1" background_position="left top" background_color="" border_size="" border_color="" border_style="solid" spacing="yes" background_image="" background_repeat="no-repeat" padding="" margin_top="0px" margin_bottom="0px" class="" id="" animation_type="" animation_speed="0.3" animation_direction="left" hide_on_mobile="no" center_content="no" min_height="none"][singlepic id=761 w=320 h=240 float=right]In Memoriam: Whimsy’s Sweetpea (Tyler)Aug. 1, 1997 – Dec.23, 2011. Sire:  Am.Can.Ch.Whimsy’s On A Wing ‘n A Prayer ex Am.Can.Ch.Whmsy’s Chamonix.

Our great ambassador is gone…

Tyler was over 14 years old and his body just gave out. His heart was still going strong, but the light was gone and life wasn’t any fun anymore. Our puppy-sitter, alarm clock and grand old man has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

We bred him and he started life as the companion for a lovely family. Registered as Whimsy’s Sweetpea from the first litter for Griffin and Monika whelped on Aug. 1st, 1997, he fulfilled his destiny as Foster, the family dog, for the Dettingers.

At 9.5 years old, when his family’s lifestyle changed, he returned to Whimsy and decided to stay here. We had a Foster, so he became Tyler.

[singlepic id=760 w=320 h=240 float=right]He met everyone who came to the door and loved going for a ride or a walk. He was never crated and was always a gentlemen. He was too tall and had a wonky ear, neutered at 10 months, he never graced a show ring, never chased a ‘bunny’ but was a master companion and a great ambassador of our breed. Everyone who met him, loved him. He tolerated puppy antics and girls in season. He was the only one I could trust with the chickens, woke us every morning at 6:30 a.m., barked for his meals.

Enduring several surgeries for tumors on his leg, he bounced back and continued to enjoy life and his place in it.

But I guess the angels needed a dog to greet newcomers and we’ll have to muddle through without him. Sleep in peace, TyTy.

-submitted by Mary Downing[/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

In MemoriamBeth Levine