I cannot remember a time in my life when there was not a dog by my side.  My first remembrance of our family dog was a purebred Boxer by the name of Robbie. Robbie was my protector and he was also the "top dog" in the neighborhood.  He often came home with war wounds and my mother would patch him up. As Robbie aged his role as king of Rocky Butte waned. The wounds became more serious and harder to heal. I sat with my mother one

day and held Robbie's head while he went to sleep for the last time. I was 7 years old.

My mother then became very involved in German Shepherd Dogs. I spent many hours in the whelping box with puppies and leash training the same at the local Safeway store at Jantzen Beach in Portland. Back in those days you could take dogs into grocery stores.  Those days I will always remember as I believe they helped me become the true dog fancier that I am today!

At the age of 10 I started showing the GSD puppies and dogs for my mother in AKC matches and 4-H. My older brother handled them in the shows. It was not until I was a young adult that my mother entrusted me with the lead at AKC shows. I do believe she was pleased as I had become a pretty good little handler learning from the best in the Northwest -- "Bob Hastings, Hank Wilcox, Carroll Overby, Ann Mesdag and Charles Krueger" to name a few. My mother was most influential in my ability to have an "eye" for a good dog. She taught me so much for which I will always be grateful.

In 1978 my mother was given her first Pembroke Welsh Corgi by Charles Krueger. His name was "Fox". Schaeferhaus

Quick Red Fox. I LOVED that dog and so did my mother. She finally agreed to let me show him and Fox and I became

quite a team. He produced a nice litter for my mother out of a beautiful bitch she acquired from Robert Simpson. Her

name was Vanguard The Last Chance, affectionately

known as "Prune". She is another story in herself!

The puppies were beautiful!   

While at a match in Eugene Oregon with

my mother, my young family and a van

full of GSD's and PWC's I saw my first

Akita. The year was 1978.

My life has never been the same...

More history coming...

the site is a work in progress!

CH. Prune and Wendy