The other
tragedy I've still not recovered from. My beautiful
Whitney, the only girl in our "Moment" litter out
of Amy and Sam. And what
a beautiful girl she was, finishing at 14 months with 4 majors.
Shortly after she finished we took her to a hunt test where
she earned her four legs in five tries. She was awesome,
birdy, fast, and beautiful to watch.
When Whitney
was 22 months old, we suddenly needed to breed her to Cooper
(a breeding we had planned since they were babies).
We got her hips prelimmed and very out of character for us,
went ahead and did the breeding. Had we not done this
breeding we would never have many of the kids we have now.
As hoped for, it was a beautiful litter, and a year later
we were making plans for Whitney's future as a mom.