H O M E N E W S F E M A L E M A L E P U P P I E S L I T T E R S CHAMPIONI

G A L E R Y In MEMORIAM C O N T A C T L I N K S 

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Caesar was the most stubborn creature in the whole world. Despite that, he managed the basic training, however, what he used to do when given the command "come to me" was to somehow sniff his way to my feet in around 20 min. Little rascal! And that's how it was with everything.
He would just die for cheese, and whenever he overheard smoked meat being carved he would fake unconsciousness until a piece of ham landed on his spout.
He travelled alone on the number 3 tram half way accross the town into the centre to meet his lover, and I was continually being chased by ticket inspectors for fares he owed! You see, our doggy had a tag the size of a billboard arround his neck with his name and an address, so there were no doubts where he came from. And he was also the biggest stud in the neighbourhood and whenever he could he ran away. On each occasion he came back a week later 6 kg lighter (in his top form he weighted 16 kg! - he certainly was a badger-dog most likely cross-bred with a hippo) and he looked so handsome. He would then proceed to eat his food and run off again.
 

Despite all the trouble we loved him and he is often on our minds.......we miss him.



I confidently expected to see a pair of startled eyes staring at me from under a hen house, but she quite indifferently pushed out her bottom, just to show me who the boss would be in our family and how things were going to be if I decided to take her home.

That Saturday morning, after 18 years of begging and threatening I simply decided to take matters into my own hands and present to my family a done deal. Although a fat badger (Caesar) ruled in the house, he still couldn't reach further then half way up my calf. He was a fantastic dog, but.... a great dane is a great dane, isn't it? Then while walking by a newsagent, my former boyfriend "Toup" lost his patience, bought a newspapers for the ads and off we went to Kostelec in Czech to buy a puppy. Thanks Toup!

It was like a dream, although they didn't show me the puppies mum, and the breeder wasn't very helpful, out of those nine dirty devils running around among the hens, SHE alone was MINE.

She was beautiful, black and was the first of them. She was given the name BUGSY Siegel and she was always with me since 1996 for almost 9 years, and ever since that time I have simply been happy. I bred one litter of six puppies - without pegigree and the vast majority lived for about 10 years.

My best friend died under the wheels of a car. She was 8 1/2 years old. She was healthy and cheerful.

BUGSY, I MISS YOU SO MUCH AND I'M REALLY SORRY I DIDN'T PROTECT YOU!!!

Not one day goes by without me thinking of you.