I had two dogs: Milou, who died in December 2000, and Marie, from 1999. The above picture was taken in 1999 in our garden.
Milou died just 12 years old. His kidneys were very bad, he couldn't hear, and he suffered a lot. Had he been human, he would have been a dialysis patient. He had the most wonderful nose, and he knew exactly how many birds he was setting and he came back until they were all up on the wings. But he had a difficult temper, running away and being afraid of other dogs, and he was not fond of reteiving.
He was my first dog, and undoubtedly a lot of his shortcomings were due to my shortcomings as a trainor. We had some wonderful experiences as well as a few bad ones, and it was very hard taking him to the vet for the last time.
Milou was an epagneul breton (brittany). He is very kind and gentle dog, though energetic and somewhat restless.
Marie is a "Tysk Ruhår" (Deutsch Drahthaar, German Wirehaired Pointer, Braque allemand à poil dur), born in the evening of Sept 23rd.The picture was taken on Monday 30th November, after three days in our home.
Now we have Marie. She is a beautiful and gracious dog with the most wonderful temper. Alert and yet very tolerant towards the children and their friends. She is energetic and self-confident.The coming season will be her first one as my "grown-up" dog.