Ch Acampo Grizzly’s Star UD, SH (Sandy Oaks Grizzly Islander x Holly-Hock
Country Jade) April 30, 1992 - September 4, 2004
There are very few events during one’s lifetime that you can look back on
as a life changing event. That day in June of 1992 when we picked up this
frizzy brown ball of fuzz and took her home was a definite life changing
event for us. While both Joan and I had grown up with dogs, and had owned
other dogs earlier in our marriage, none changed our lives near as much as
this chubby little puppy that we picked up in the town of Acampo, just
outside of Lodi. Before picking up Star, our dogs were simple house
pets. I hunted over them in my youth, and later Joan and I tried to give
them simple obedience training, and a good home.
Somehow, over the course of a few short months, Star changed all of that.
She showed us that she could be more than a simple house pet and hunting
companion. She showed us that she could and would be a partner in a
fabulous adventure. It would be easy to say that Star trained me more than
I trained her. Because of her, I became knowledgeable in canine nutrition,
medicine, training techniques, genetics, showing, obedience trialing and
hunt testing. I learned where many county fairgrounds are located, where
the different bird refuges are, which hotels accept dogs, and the locations
of many roadside rest stops and so much more. She touched so many aspects
of our lives that it is hard to say what she didn't change. Even our taste
in vehicles has changed because of her. Looking back over the blur of the
last twelve years, it is hard to imagine what our lives would be like now
if Star had not joined us.
The litany of the places Star and I went to and the things we did would
fill several pages. I'm sure that I have bragged on the highlights of
these events several times over her lifetime. Yet it will be the little
things for which we will remember Star the most: her cat like rubbing
against your legs; her purring sounds when she was content; her ritual of
cleaning the other dog’s food dishes after they left the room; her morning
prancing by the biscuit barrel demanding her breakfast; the way she curled
up on the bed and positioned herself right behind my knees such that I
couldn't move; the way she would nudge you with her nose when she wasn't
getting the attention she thought was due her; and her garbage disposal
appetite for anything being prepared in the kitchen. Both Joan and I have
so many good memories of our time with her.
Star had three litters over her lifetime producing twelve pups.
Rest in peace my Starry, Starry Girl. You will be dearly missed!