----- Forwarded Message ---- From: Patricia Evans <patsgsdpups@xxxxxxxxx> To: Show List <showgsd-l@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> Sent: Monday, March 30, 2009 7:12:23 PM Subject: It's only a dog March 8, 2004, I rushed down to Mo Murklandâ??s home to see my first litter of GSDâ??s delivered.   The mama dog cooperated and waited until I arrived from 150 miles away to start having pups. Several hours later, number 6 was being worked on by Mo. Much to my surprise number 7 arrived. Holy heck, I caught him and ran to Mo, to hand him off.  I was blown away with the process and actually getting the pups breathing and umbilical cords tied. I thought all that was mama dogâ??s work. What a surprise. Five weeks later, after the pups were weaned, I was â??allowedâ?? to see the pups. Sat down with them, arenâ??t they cute? So playful. Rascal, our epi-Lab and Trouble, the German Shepherd bitch I had purchased earlier from Mo, didnâ??t need another playmate. No way! On May 7th, I was on the way to Austin, so it was very logical to take a side trip, see Mo and see the pups.  Numbers 7 came, sat on my lap, ran the other dogs off, and choose me. Mo told me he was her pick, and the rest is history. He may have been her pick, but he became my best friend. When he first got home with us, my son brought over his Rottweiler mix, Ash, a very dominate bitch, to meet him. Spunk stood up, barked, and tried to back, Ash down. Spunkâ??s first call name was â??Ten Foot Tall and Bullet Proofâ??, finally shortened to Spunky. It didnâ??t take this newbie long, to see he was different that my other German Shepherd. He had a presence. He strutted. When he ran, it was poetry in motion. It was time to start being a show dog mom. How did this happen? I never meant to show dogs. Spunky was enrolled in beginning agility after he was locked out of the kitchen, where I was standing, and he flat-footedly jumped on the kitchen countertop, to get to me. So, we enrolled in agility. The instructor was great. We were to bring â??soft treatsâ?? to use to reward the dogs. Ever carry canned peas or green beans in a baggie, in your jeans pocket? Not a pretty sight, but it was what he liked. On graduation day, he discovered the joy of hiking his leg. He would approach each station, hike his leg, pee, and then perform on the agility equipment. Between the green bean treats and the hiking of his leg, I think the instructor appreciated him not enrolling in the advanced session. Amy Murkland was his first show handler. She did a great job with him. We learned quickly that he loved the ring, and the ring loved him. It was his element. Ross Farrell and his grandmother, Peggy Douglas noticed him at one of the Specialty Shows. Ross kept telling Amy to fall, he would handle him! The next day in the ring, Ross took him in. A dynamic duo was formed. Ross handled him for most of his champion points, and his 2007 Select Excellent win at Nationals.  I have often joked; he would follow me into hell. He followed me into a swimming pool 2 times, when he was being endurance trained. I took him to a friendâ??s pool, and he followed me right in. He swam across, and immediately climbed out. I stayed in the pool, very quickly,  Spunk came back, and was slowly coaxed into the pool. He swam a couple more laps, and got out again. The 3rd time, every time he got close to the pool, heâ??d grab the leash in his mouth, and come close-but it was obvious he wasnâ??t coming in again. It was just as well, It took my friend three hours to clean the pool filter. We werenâ??t invited back. Spunky came from a long line of therapy dogs, his grandfather, Jerry Lee, aka Koniginâ??s Great Balls Afire,TC, CGC, TD was honored as the  2005 GSDCA Goodwill Ambassador,   I had spent several years taking care of my father and seeing what a therapy dog could do. So, we had to look in to that. Spunky was tested, and aced the entire process. They tested his dog aggression with a small dog, which he ignored. Then they brought on a big dog, another German Shepherd. The two shepherds cracked everyone up. As they passed each other, Spunky threw out his chest, raised his head up, and you could hear him saying, â??Iâ??m much more special than you are.â??  It was clearly said. We visited nursing homes and the VA Hospital, in Dallas. He loved doing the work, and they loved him. We often worked with another handler that has collies. We would go down the halls of VA, â??thereâ??s RinTinTin and Lassie!â?? Once, at a nursing home, we walked up to a man in a wheelchair. He called Spunky over, and much to my embarrassment, Spunky lurched, and ended up with his front paws and front half on the manâ??s lap. I was in the process of pulling Spunky off, and apologizing profusely, just as the manâ??s arms went around Spunkâ??s neck and his face was burrowed into Spunkyâ??s neck. He said, â??this dog knows what I needed.â?? I refused to let Spunky fly to the 2007 Nationals, unless he flew in the cabin with me. I even considered wearing dark sunglasses, and pretending I was blind, and he was a lead dog. So, we drove. His breeder/co-owner, Mo Murkland isnâ??t someone you want to travel with on long distances in a car, so we were to pick her up in the airport. I wasnâ??t going to leave Spunky in the car, so he donned his Therapy Dog coat, and into the waiting area we went, in spite of all the signs, that said, no dogs. While we were waiting for her flight, a lady walked up to us. She was clearly upset. She asked if she could pet Spunky.  Of, course. Her daughter had just died, she was flying home to bury her. She spent several minutes, holding on to Spunky and crying into his neck. She finally moved and Spunky gave her a gentle lick. He knew his job. A couple of years ago, Spunky and I walked in the Susan G Komen 3K. There were masses of people, and quite a few other dogs walking, too. I was a little nervous about how Spunky would react in such a crowd. There was only one problem. When we came across  another German Shepherd, Spunk would stop dead still, and stack himself. Then slowly turn his head to the other GSD-match that, buddy. Spunkâ??s best buddy is the epi-Lab we have. Rascal is a typical Lab, but on major drugs, he is goofy, and a klutz. When Rascal was at his worst â??and unable to walk consistently; Spunky and Trouble, our other GSD would flank Rascal, and help keep him upright. He was temperament tested a couple of years ago. I had watched several dogs go through the process that afternoon. Troy, a member of the Houston GSD Club, was the weird approaching stranger. Although he was in disguise, he didnâ??t get much of a reaction to the dogs who had gone through the process. When Spunkâ??s turn came, as Troy rounded the curve and approached, I let out a little squeal. Spunky couldnâ??t get between us fast enough. It was fun to watch. Labor Day, 2008 found us in Monroe, Louisiana for another dog show, just as Hurricane Gustav was also approaching. The convention center facility was also the evacuation center. As the storm approached, our parking lot filled up with people getting out of the way of the storm. It was a perfect opportunity for Spunky to do everything he loved to do. He guarded us, by taking his sentry position on the dashboard of the RV. Ashley Miller handled him in the ring. It became a fun show. Either Spunky went BOB or Best Opposite or Less and Cheryl Andersonâ??s beautiful, Ch. Scharo/Ark Long Hot Summer-won that prize. But those two butted heads every show, with both sets of owners, cheering the other dog on. It was fitting, because their RV was right by ours in the parking lot! As the parking lot filled up, with scared people, with their treasures packed in their cars, Spunky went into action. He worked the crowd. Many were scared of the German Shepherd breed, and many learned that they can be gentle giants, too. He met so many scared children, who had left their pets behind. They got to pet him. He made a difference. Spunky, aka Biss Sel Ex Ch Koniginâ??s Phantom of the Opera, TC HIC TD, only lived five years. But he packed so many memories, pleasures and so much living in those 5 years. Without him, Iâ??d have never shown dogs, I wouldnâ??t know we enjoyed traveling with our pack in an RV, I wouldnâ??t have done therapy work. I wouldnâ??t have met so many of the special people we have come into contact with. I would have never done herding or agility. I wouldnâ??t be considered the office expert on dogs.  I wouldnâ??t know a cookie was a code word for a treat.   Mamaâ??s boy is going to be very missed. His final contribution to this world-as soon as the Sunshine Committee came up with a stud auction to generate funds, Mo immediately placed him on the list, then called me. No problem! Letâ??s do it. He didnâ??t live long enough to be able to be â??auctionedâ??, but the committee has named it the BISS Sel Ex. Ch Konigin's Phantom Of The Opera, TC, HIC, ThD MEMORIAL STUD AUCTION. What an honor!  Pat Evans ============================================================================ POST is Copyrighted 2008. All material remains the property of the original author and of GSD Communication, Inc. NO REPRODUCTIONS or FORWARDS of any kind are permitted without prior permission of the original author AND of the Showgsd-l Management. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 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