okie archer
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I thought about posting something about losing my Lab back in May of 2020 but I just wasn't in the mood so I'm just getting around to it.
I got Sport as a 6.5 week old puppy. Right away a saw in him a desire to retrieve I had not seen before. Already retrieving bumpers on land I took him to water. At 9 weeks and 1 day old he made his first water retrieve. During that time I spent a lot of time dog training being involved in retriever clubs. At the age of 2 years and 11 days old Sport won first place in an AKC field trial in the Qualifying stakes. At that point I chose to not pursue the All Age stakes. It was just to demanding. Moving forward Sports career would be that of an awesome duck dog. His drive to retrieve was crazy. He didn't seem to get enough. Several duck seasons had passed and time had slipped upon me, Sport was now 9 years old.I thought I would enter a few UKC hunt test and try to put his Hunter Retriever Champion title on him before he got to old. We needed 7 passes to title. He passed the first 2 hunt test we ran. Sports health began to decline but not in his joints or body. It was his heart. Often when he got excited he would fall over for about 20 seconds and get up like nothing happened. These spells would gradually become more often. Sadly he still had the attitude and drive that he had as a young dog, that part of him never left. One of the in last hunt I had with him we were killing quite a few birds. It was a cold day with rough waters. He came back with a duck and I lined him up for another downed duck. When I called his name to be sent he just sit there. He just could not do it. Looking back that was a sad day. It got to the place it just wasn't safe to hunt him anymore. With him having the passing out spells, the risk of him passing out in the water was to great. I didn't want him to drown. After I retired him he made it to 11 years old. He quit eating and for a day or two and barely had the strength to walk. If he made it through the night I would have to make a decision the following morning. I got up and went and dug his grave on my place. I set an appointment with the vet. After I said my goodbyes in the clinic I walked out and they put him to sleep. We carried him out to our vehicle and brought him home. The whole family buried him and cried as we covered him with dirt. It will make a grown man cry.
The pic of Sport on the tailgate was his last hunt.
I got Sport as a 6.5 week old puppy. Right away a saw in him a desire to retrieve I had not seen before. Already retrieving bumpers on land I took him to water. At 9 weeks and 1 day old he made his first water retrieve. During that time I spent a lot of time dog training being involved in retriever clubs. At the age of 2 years and 11 days old Sport won first place in an AKC field trial in the Qualifying stakes. At that point I chose to not pursue the All Age stakes. It was just to demanding. Moving forward Sports career would be that of an awesome duck dog. His drive to retrieve was crazy. He didn't seem to get enough. Several duck seasons had passed and time had slipped upon me, Sport was now 9 years old.I thought I would enter a few UKC hunt test and try to put his Hunter Retriever Champion title on him before he got to old. We needed 7 passes to title. He passed the first 2 hunt test we ran. Sports health began to decline but not in his joints or body. It was his heart. Often when he got excited he would fall over for about 20 seconds and get up like nothing happened. These spells would gradually become more often. Sadly he still had the attitude and drive that he had as a young dog, that part of him never left. One of the in last hunt I had with him we were killing quite a few birds. It was a cold day with rough waters. He came back with a duck and I lined him up for another downed duck. When I called his name to be sent he just sit there. He just could not do it. Looking back that was a sad day. It got to the place it just wasn't safe to hunt him anymore. With him having the passing out spells, the risk of him passing out in the water was to great. I didn't want him to drown. After I retired him he made it to 11 years old. He quit eating and for a day or two and barely had the strength to walk. If he made it through the night I would have to make a decision the following morning. I got up and went and dug his grave on my place. I set an appointment with the vet. After I said my goodbyes in the clinic I walked out and they put him to sleep. We carried him out to our vehicle and brought him home. The whole family buried him and cried as we covered him with dirt. It will make a grown man cry.
The pic of Sport on the tailgate was his last hunt.