06/29/2022
In 2005 I bought a good female Brittany off my brother, that same year I picked up another female then I made a trip to Kinchloe Airforce base and bought a male Brittany. My idea was to start a breeding program. In 2007 I had a batch of nine Brittany puppies. These pups all seemed that they would be good pups but two I kept my eyes on. A female and a male. The female started pointing a grouse wing at four weeks old, the male started pointing the Grouse wing at five weeks. It was those two I kept from that litter. It was no surprise that these were going to be exceptional dogs because their mother found a Woodcock I had downed and lost in ferns and made a retrieve, she was fourteen weeks old.
By the fall of 2007 these two pups were ready to take to the Grouse woods. I had worked them on pigeons,pheasants and chukars. At two and a half months old I shot woodcock off both dogs.
The male however was being what I'll call an As***le. I had a kennel with wood decking. Though they were out daily he decided he liked being out more than in and would chew the aluminum wire around the post and fencing and push it to get out. After numerous fixes I decided to try overhead cable TV wire I had and I wrapped it through the fence over the bottom rail and pounded it down with heavy duty staples... surely that would hold the as***le...
Yup two days.... he chewed the cable ate it and pooped it out.. Another repair.
Then Easter of 2008 I was helping my sister at her restaurant to ready for the Sunday feast working into late evening I got home after dark. When I pulled in the drive the as***le Came running out to my truck... I wondered where was Annabelle... I called... nothing... so I hoped she was still in the kennel... she was not. I went to the end of my driveway with a flashlight calling soon I found the reason she did not come. Along side the road was a lifeless body of a dog barely nine months old hit by a car... I was heart broken. I was so mad I wanted to shoot Jeb for causing Annabelle to lose her life that way. I found out the next morning that a person hit her and never stopped, maybe not knowing what they hit. I couldn't blame them, it was Jebs fault for being an As***le.
My dream was over . I could not keep the as***le I didn't feel I would be fair to him, I wasnt.
I sold him to a guy that took him to the Dakotas, Iowa and other states and said he was the best dog he ever had...
I sold the females. I couldn't bare to have pups and have this happen again..
