My History with
About 1953 my first dog. His
name was Black Bart. He was a mutt
but he was the king of the neighborhood. I don't think I even
owned a leash.
Southern California about
1967. On the right Dual American and Canadian Champion
Mary Kerry ("dual" means field trial and bench champion). On the left her son
Danalee Cort of Mary Kerry .
Cort was the most beautiful Irish I ever saw. He died of cancer at two
Long Beach, California about 1970.
Cappy was sort of a rescue dog. He was a very special
Belgian Tervuren (breed standard below) who was starving to death in a
kennel a friend of mine owned. As the victim of a nasty divorce where
both parties no longer wanted him he was so depressed he refused to eat.
I took him in and he turned out to be an incredible dog. When I got him
he was CDX and a champion in Canada and the USA with wins such as best
of group at Westminster and best in show at Santa Monica. I got a
handler to finish him in Mexico. He became a very happy fellow at stud
for a number of years.
Tervuren Breed Standard
The first impression of the Belgian Tervuren is that of a well
balanced medium size dog, elegant in appearance, standing squarely
on all fours, with proud carriage of head and neck. He is strong,
agile, well muscled, alert and full of life. He gives the
impression of depth and solidity without bulkiness. The male
should appear unquestionably masculine; the female should have a
distinctly feminine look and be judged equally with the male. The
Belgian Tervuren is a natural dog and there is no need for
excessive posing in the show ring.
The Belgian Tervuren reflects the
qualities of intelligence, courage, alertness and devotion to
master. In addition to his inherent ability as a herding dog, he
protects his master's person and property without being overtly
aggressive. He is watchful, attentive, and usually in motion when
not under command.
My most recent dog before
Fresita was Laika. Another, sort of, rescue dog. Laika was a
pure-bred rottweiler that my ex-girlfriend's son wanted when he
was about 15. Over my objections, his mother let him get her and
then a couple of years later, long after Beverly and I were no
longer a couple, they asked me to take her. After a little
obedience work she was fine, the dog that is, not Beverly.
Eventually I gave Laika to a friend that already had a rottweiler
and lived at the beach. The woman in the picture is another
ex-girlfriend, Shirley. Thank goodness I have Fresita and no more
girlfriends. I am still very close friends with Beverly and
Shirley but now my life is, as the say in Spanish, "tranquilo".