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IN LOVING MEMORY
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CH. ER-SUE DIP 'N TART
May 29,1991 - August 20,2002
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I bred owned and handled this boy. He was truly one of the best dogs I ever had. A true gentleman Tart lived and passed to the bridge on his own terms.
He finished from the Bred By Exhibitor class carrying his lead in his mouth taking me around the ring.
(The picture above was taken that day)
I only have a few regrets and some of those are not major in the scheme of life but this boy did not get the chance to really prove just how good he was in the ring as I held him back and let a friend build a reputation with a stud dog they had out at the time.
I never offered Tart at public stud as frankly he had a congenital fault that I refused to pass on to outside dogs.
I do regret however that I personally never got a pup from him for myself.
I also feel I short changed this dog by not bringing him out as a veteran for the same reasons I held him out of a specials career. I had planned to bring him out and let him meet the other dog head on and prove what he really was this last June but the problem that would finally take him from me had surfaced again and he would not have been at his best and I just could not let my old friend get beat by a dog he had let win in the past just because he was not in top health.
No this was not my personal opinion of this boy it was backed over the years by people who knew both dogs and begged me to bring him out again to let people see that an older boston could still look much as he did at four years if you bred for soundness from the start.
On August 20th of this year Tart looked me in the eye and said it was time to go to the bridge. The day before he had been in a good deal of pain and that morning he had found it very hard to walk outside to his run. After eating a good breakfast he looked at me and there was a firm message passed that he was ready to go to the bridge and wait for me there.
For some reason I put his show lead on him and he lead me to the car and got into the passenger seat and sat there proudly then although I knew he was hurting with every step he refused to be carried into the vet's office instead he jumped down and led me inside. I personally thought he would come home but I guess he knew more then I did this time. For when he started leading the girl down the hall to wait for the time when his old friend and vet (The same man who helped to bring him into the world was the one who helped him go to the bridge)could get to see him because I did not have an appointment. Tart stopped and looked at me and I told him it was alright he could go and he marched off leading the way like the proud and independent dog he had been in his youth.
My only regret is that he is the only dog I have not held in my arms as he passed. But although I did insist on signing the paper work so he could be sent to the bridge if his vet thought it best I just did not expect that that would be the decision made then. So once more Tart had his way.
My friend who had been taking care of my dogs that weekend told me that she had gotten the same messages from Tart and had let him do some things that I was not aware of. They were little things between good friends who truly understood each other. Things like letting him pop the gate latch on his run a couple of times so he could get out and get the extra biscuit when she told him to go in again.
So as she has repeatedly told me since ,Tart was his own dog to the end and had even made peace with his nephew by giving RoyE his (Tarts) favorite toy after five years of stealing every toy RoyE had.
For those of you who understand and believe in such things my friend saw Tart twice more while he was on his way to the Bridge. He stopped by to check on me and let me know he was all right and to let us know he could RUN again . For the twenty minutes he was here every dog on the place saw him and responded to him and played with him. No I saw them playing with another dog that was not there to most eyes.
Thanks Tart for being my friend
Edna
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