"Hylines of Woodside"
(June 1988 - Aug. 1997)
"Bobbin" came to us at the age a 1 1/2, she was "on lease" to be bred to our then young male "Mike". I laughed and laughed when I first saw her;
she was called Bobbin, but she should have been called "Dumbo" her ears were so big!!! It didn't take long though,for her to worm her way into our hearts.
So much so that we kept her, in exchange for a "show dog" that we were returning. She was not offered as a "show dog", but for breeding, but it didn't matter.
Bobbin gave us so much, she taught us to take life easy, she was not an intense dog, enjoying everything as it came. Because she was so easygoing, Brandi learned
to handle with her....We were all thrilled when Jr. Handler Brandi and Bobbin beat out our superstar
"Woodside's Moonlyting"(Bobbin's hated 1/2 sister) under Dave Rinke over 32 awsome bitches. (Moonlyting was reserve).
We had only took Bobbin for Brandi to "practise"!! Bobbin never got another point, refusing to be fashionable by not moving
any faster than an easy, long striding gait, but she was a Champion
to us regardless.
pictured at 2 yrs
Handled by my daughter "Brandi" to a 5 pt. win, over 32 specialty bitches!! what a weekend!!
4 yrs. old
Over the years, Bobbin presented us with many wonderful youngsters.. her style, her grace, her elegance is everywhere.
You can see it in her daughters "Shadowacre's Dark Journey" and "Shadowacre's Passion", her grandsons "Shadowacre's Gyro"
and "Shadowacre's Virtual Reality". She has new great grandkids in Quebec...out of a "Mike" and "Bobbin" daughter and sired by an "Allegro" son,
as well as the new grandkids, born the day Bobbin left us, out of "Dark Journey" and sired by "Rapid Fire".
Do not stand at my grave and weep,.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there , I did not die.
Author Unknown
"Bobbin"(on the left) pictured July/97, with her very best boyfriend "Mike"
(Rio Valle's Musketeer son)-soon to be 11 yrs. young
Our precious girl, our beautiful foundation bitch, a few weeks before succumbing to the cancer that was filing up her abdomen.
We were lucky, she was only unwell for a day. She suffered little, and for that I am eternally greatful.
"Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the
garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog.
But if the dog be well
remembered, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at
last.
It is all one to the dog, and nothing is lost...if memory lives.
Yet, there is one place to bury a dog that is best of all.
If you bury her in this spot, she will come to you when you call.. over
the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well remembered path and
to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel,
they shall not growl at her, nor resent her coming, for she is yours and
she belongs there.
The best place to bury a good dog is in your Heart."
(author unknown)
Rest well, my sweet Bobbin-Loo.We will see your face, your gentleness, you graciousness in the ones that follow.
Your grandchildren are born today. When they make us proud, we will think of you and bless the time we had.
