Our Friends that have Touched Our Lives, Devoted their lives to us and have now gone all too quickly
Lotta  July 29, 1991 to March 11, 2008
She was our best old girl and constant companion, always entertaining and loved to run.
Tonka  January 4, 2002 to March 30, 2008
Scorch  May 01, 2003 to July 12, 2008
Mackensie  January 27, 1993 to September 2008
For if the terrier be well remembered,
If sometimes he leaps through your dreams, actual as in life, eyes kindling, laughing, begging, it matters not  where that terrier  sleeps.
On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a patureland where most exhilarating horses graze.
It is one to a terrier, and all one to you, and nothing is gained and nothing lost - if memory lives.
But there is one best place to lay a terrier to rest...
If you bury him in this place, he will come to you  when you call,  come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path and to your side again. And though you may call a dozen living dogs to heal, they shall not growl at him nor resent his coming, for he belongs there.
People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper, people who have never really had a terrier.  Smile at them for you shall know something that is hidden from them.
The one best place to bury a good terrier,
is in the heart of his master...

Lexus.  This was a Lotta puppy by Briarpatch Bo. She was a few days short of 17 years old.  She was a hunting machine and had seen many foxes, raccoons, groundhogs and possums in her full life. She was the sweetest terrier we may have ever had and kissed my hand even up to her very last breath in life. Many nice pups will carry on her legacy and hunt drive.  Knotty is her grandpup.
                        Tori...  February 17, 2000 - August 18, 2010
This little girl lived life to the fullest.  A tenacious hunting terrier.  I have pulled her off of 35 lb raccoons that she had by the side of the head.  Her heart was bigger than life itself.  She enjoyed everything she ever did.  I think mostly she enjoyed bedtime every morning of her life. It was a ritual.  We put her in beside us and she layed there on her back content as can be.  She was a terrific flyball height dog that provided many wins for teams like the Hole in the Wall Gang in Wyoming.  She loved doing this. Thank you Steve and Terry for all you have done with her.  She was a long time therapy dog and worked with dozens of girls at Excelsior Youth Center in Aurora, Colorado.  There were many girls there that she developed a very special relationship with.  Her life continues through puppies she has had.  Some very special terriers are with us now thanks to Tori.  Static, Rake, Fergie, Bisley, Shock, Snazzy, Izzy, and even the latest, Rugger.  We will miss you Tori more than we can say.

Tori, Lyn Harber and myself at one of her last outings on top of Mt Evans in the Rockies at over 14,260 feet of elevation.  Early June of 2010
One of my favorite photos of Tori. She was always playful and always hunting something.