Skinny, all legs, four months old.
We don't know what to think .
We opt for a baby puppy to show
And leave the boy behind.

Three months later, we know we made a mistake.
David: You'll love him, Jan. He sits on your foot.
Pat: You're going to have fun with this dog.

Jan S: You have to call them and get this dog.

First fun match: awkwardly stacked
still all legs, still skinny.
Group I
And Jan: Eighties perm, big glasses,
unbelieving grin,

love-love-love.

The Judge: I saw him and knew he needed a bird in his mouth.

(That Judge: she never took her eyes off him!)

Snapshots: Flying

Flying off the deck with that beat-up punctured volleyball in his teeth
Suspended forever an instant after take-off
eyes bright, feathers, ears, all, caught in the updraft.

Flying through tall grass under sapphire sky,
eyes bright, feathers, ears, all, caught in the updraft .
Lift-off.

Flying around the ring with his particular floating stride,
reach matching drive, suspended.
Sixteen months old; no one's there to watch but us. They're all in Ventura.
First points: Best of Breed over specials.
Mahogany glow; still love-love-love.

(That judge. She never took her eyes off him)

Smile Dude. Smile for me.
His lips come up. His eyes half close.

What a beautiful smile!
(Are you sure that's a smile?)

The puppies come to meet their Uncle Rev,
And hear his wisdom and tug
His ears, feathers, all.
He smiles gently and tells them lies.

Rever's words-o-wisdom @ 14 years old:

At the end of a long day, there's nothing like a good chew off the toilet paper roll. Be sure you drag your work all the way to the living room so the family can appreciate your creativity!

Have you ever seen a dog look more pleased with his work? This just started a couple of months ago. He did NOTHING like this when he was a kid.

Goodbye, dear boy, dear old man dog,
My Novice A dog,
My heart.
14 ½ years is nowhere near enough.

Ch Marcur's Revolution, CDX

March 28, 1987 * September 28, 2001