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Bet You Can't Own Just One....

Why own a Show dog? There's a danger you know.
You can't own just one, for the craving will grow.

There's no doubt they're addictive, wherein lies the danger.
While living with lots, you'll grow poorer and stranger.

One dog is no trouble , and two are so funny,
the third one is easy, the fourth one's a honey.

The fifth is delightful, the sixth one's a breeze.
You find you can live with a house full, with ease.

So how 'bout another? Would you really dare?
They're really quite easy, but Oh Gosh, the hair!

With dogs on the sofa, and dogs on the bed,
And crates in the kitchen, it's no bother, you said.

They're really no trouble, their manners are great.
What's just one more dog and one more little crate?

The sofa is hairy, the windows are crusty.
The floor is all footprints, the furniture's dusty.

The housekeeping suffers, but what do you care?
Who minds a few noseprints and a little more hair?

So let's keep a puppy, you can always find room.
And a little more time for the dust cloth and broom.

There's hardly a limit to the dogs you can add.
The thought of a cutback, sure makes you feel sad.

Each one is so special, so useful, so funny.
The food bill grows larger, you owe the vet money.

Your folks never visit, few friends come to stay,
except other dog folks who live the same way.

Your lawn has now died and your shrubs are dead too,
Your weekends are busy, you're off with your crew.

There's dog food and vitamins, training and shots
and entries and travel, and motels cost lots.

Is it worth it, you wonder? Are you caught in a trap?
Then that favorite comes up and climbs in your lap.

Her look says you're special and you know that you will
keep all the critters in spite of the bill.

Some just for showing, and some just to breed,
and some just for loving, they all fill a need.

Winter is a hassle, but the dogs love it true,
And they must have their walks though you are numb and blue.

Late evening is awful, you scream and you shout
at the dogs on the sofa, who refuse to go out.

The dogs and the dog shows, the travel, the thrills
the work and the worry, the pleasure, the bills.

The whole thing seems worth it, the dogs are your life.
They're charming and funny and offset the strife.

Your lifestyle has changed, things just won't be the same.
Yes, those dogs are addictive and so's the dog game.


Author Unknown
Submitted by Vivian Hudson
Cited from The Cocker Spaniel Leader
May, 2001
Page 109


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The road home.
The road home.


I would first like to extend many thanks to my friend and mentor Gloria Stubenrauch and her husband Phillip, of Staranch Great Pyrenees and Llamas in Washington State.

My family and I live in beautiful rural north central West Virginia.

We live in a beautiful little community in the foothills of the Appalachians. Wind Knob, a small mountain which is the highest point in the county, is located on our hollow.

We are in the process of moving to our 25-acre farm where the dogs can more appropriately do what they were bred for. This means the Pyrs will be able to patrol a larger, although still well fenced; area and the Cockers can spend time flushing game birds rather than our chickens. J

Of course they all love spending time with our children and the kids and their cousins are all great at socializing the puppies. J

Our farm is a portion we bought from the larger one that has been in my maternal family for about 100 years. They once raised sheep, cattle and hogs and we currently have horses, sheep and goats.

Maple Way began, in a sense, when I was six years old. We had just bought a satellite and playing regularly on Nickelodeon was the animated version of Belle and Sebastian.

I immediately fell in love with Belle (a Great Pyr, of course) and was soon saving my money to buy my very own Pyrenees.

Every day I would come home from school, sit in front of the TV eating supper and watch Belle, Sebastian and Poochie in their dramatic adventures. My Uncle, however, informed me that "there's no such breed", since he had never heard of it and it was on a cartoon. I kept believing, though, and then my Grandmother found some Pyr pups for sale. I couldn't afford one at the time so we kept the phone number and I kept saving. Three years went by and I finally had enough to purchase a Pyrenees puppy. However, I would have to hold on to it for another year and a half before I could actually buy one.

At the age of nine we contacted the breeder and found that a litter was due, then the mother (Pyr) fell ill and the medication that had to be given caused her to miscarry the pups.

A second litter (from another Pyr) was due and this time they were born healthy and happy on June 9th. I was now ten. I told the breeder I wanted a female, all white, just like Belle. And in the litter there were two females, when they were about eight or nine weeks old I went to pick mine out. One was pure white with beautiful black pigmentation, just like Belle and one was white with wolfgray markings & great pigmentation. I wanted one that looked like Belle and at the time didn't even know Pyrs could be marked. However, the pure white pup unfortunately had the head of a opossum so home with the marked pup I went and named her Belle (Magnificent McConnell Belle).

A few weeks later her breeder sent me several pictures of Pyrs (some very famous) with markings and a letter assuring me that her wolfgray marks were perfectly normal. (Looking back now I can see that my Belle was very beautifully marked, as I had thought at the time, though I'd been concerned that maybe she should be all white.)

Belle grew and I was interested in showing and breeding. Sadly, she died (November 20th) when I was sixteen, before we could do this. She was a beloved friend and guardian, though, and will forever be missed.

After she died I knew none would ever take her place but I also knew that I wanted another Pyr. We contacted her breeder but due to her personal health problems she had stopped breeding. We then found another breeder and I again started saving. This time, though, it only took seven months, as one earns money much faster at sixteen, even babysitting, than at six. On April 4th a litter of Pyrs were born and on June fourth I went to pick, again, from two females. Of course by now I preferred the marked Pyrs and wanted one that looked like MY Belle. (Earlier that year, in French class, I had already picked out the new pup's name, La Dame Belle----French for, The Lady Beautiful.)

When we arrived at the breeder's home a litter of pups were in an exercise pen, they were all HEAVILY marked, so much so that my heart sank. But almost the same moment I saw them and felt my heart break, I saw a beautifully, wolfgray, marked pup alone in another pen. My heart lifted. I kept walking.....past the other pups, and toward the lone pup. It was her. Her sister had already been sold and she and her brothers had been separated. My Mom and Aunt asked how I knew this was her, as I had walked directly to her. I hadn't exactly known, I just KNEW. J

She looked like my Belle but with something extra, this was my La Dame Belle, "Rajah". (Call name of the tiger in Aladdin.)

Rajah was a wonderful puppy and has always had something about her. She is a bit more loving toward me than Belle was and has a nicer look to her, which is probably the differences in their breeding, but I do still love Belle.

Rajah and I have shown on a limited basis. She also guards and protects "Africa"…..our Suffolk ewe, Jaf`ia.….our Nigerian Dwarf doe, the rest of our animals and us. (One account of her protecting me from another dog can be found on the "Stories" page. For this act, she received a Service Dog Award at the GPCA National Specialty 2002.)

With the Cockers, I remember my cousin having one when we were little. He was kind of unruly but I liked him. Someone else we knew also had one that was very well trained and I always wanted a dog like her. Then of course I saw the animated movie Lady and the Tramp, but the first time I really considered owning one in my adult life was while watching the Westminster Kennel Club dog show. Their presence just thrilled me. I did my research on the breed and acquired my first merry gentleman, Shea (Where For Art Thou's Romeo MP). J

We went to some shows and I decided to purchase our foundation girl, Meka (Maple Way Avalon Juliet), who gave us six lovely puppies before her passing.

You can go to our Pyr Info and Cocker Info pages to read more about the breeds, our bloodlines and our breeding philosophy, then scroll down to view our dogs' individual pages with photos, descriptions and pedigrees.

Chrissy Ingram
Written October, 1999
Revised February, 2007

Justice and Rajah

Justice and Rajah the night before our first show.

Our view.Justice and Shanta with Cocker puppies.

Photo 1: One of our views.     Photo 2: Justice and Shanta with Cocker puppies.

Justice, Black and Aunt DebbieShanta at Crystal LakeDusty and Ashley

Photo 1:  Justice, Black and Aunt Debbie (Dusty and Danielle's Mom).  Justice is the same age here, 11, that I was when we got Black.     Photo 2:  Shanta at Crystal Lake.     Photo 3:  My cousin, Dusty, and his girlfriend, Ashley, getting ready to go to her senior prom 2007.  Dusty just graduated from West Virginia University (4.0 the whole time) for Wildlife and Fisheries.....I think that's right.....and is entering grad school.  Ashley just graduated Doddridge County High School and will be starting Fairmont State University in the fall of 2007.

Danielle and LeeChrissy, Justice, Danielle, Dusty and Mom (Mary)

Photo 1:  My cousin, Danielle (Dusty's sister) and her boyfriend, Lee.     Photo 2:  Chrissy, Justice, Dannie, Dusty and Mom (Mary).  Thanksgiving 2006.

Mark and Chrissy

Mark and Chrissy at Applebee's.  Danielle was on the sneak attack.....as usual.....with her camera phone.  {smile  :)  }

 



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