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FRENCH LUXEMBOURG SPANISH PORTUGAISE CHAMPION **** stars
Indiana
Jones DU PONT DE CONSTANTINE
At
this period, I had just met one Skye in my life, my first one “Fanfan La
Tulipe Of The Little Big Man”… he was a little dog, so little that I had no
success in rings. I was always the last one and curiously everybody liked me
and nobody criticized me or the life I had. However, I remember, that when
I’ve started shows with Fanfan, we had Maëva in child’s cot, she was only
few months. When I entered in the ring, I ask someone I didn’t know to look
after my daughter and I watched from inside. Really crazy, the passion can
drive you really crazy. I think now I didn’t do again the same things…As I
was frightened by nothing, I decided to engaged to the French Championship.
My dog was full of coat and I thought it was enough. I’ve understood after
what’s in a dog could be important more than the coat. I was the last one, one
time more and I didn’t understood, he was so pretty, so nice, I loved him so
much. Why judges couldn’t see the same things as me? The breeder when he
sold me the dog said me that it was a great dog and I believed him. I paid
for him a lot, a lot of money. You know a great dog is expansive !!! I was so young
and so timid… But during this show, I met some people very important for me, our
first friend in the dog’s world. They were living in the south of the
France. They were fond of the breed and they knew a lot of things about
the
breed. They were really interesting. They had a such lovely black dog, Duck.
He had a big head, with lovely head, he was so long and so beautiful that we
decided that when he will have some pups, we’ll take one, a male… We have
wait during three years. It’s not very long in fact. And one day they phone
you and said “ah the mate is done, we have to wait now, to know if it’s OK”
and then the time become so long, so eternal… When he is born, we went to
see him every week, but as Amar didn’t know really which one he will give
us, because a lady had to chose before us but as we wanted to know which dog
in the litter will be our, we gave him an ultimatum. He had to take a
decision immediately or we won’t take any pups. It was hard for me to say
that because it was a big risk, but it was so horrible to wait a decision, I
was tired and disappointed, we were his friends, no? No…We have no friends
in the world’s dog… Never... He looked at Maggy, the other woman and asked her. She
said me “which one do you want Nathalie? “ timid, I answer “the big one, the
gray…” Oh no problem, I don’t want him anyway, I have an hesitation
between the black and the blond one…" Amar, you can give the gray to her…”We
won a dog, but we knew that we lost a friend, in my heart I was too
disappointed. Our friendship was too fragile to survive after this…
Indiana Jones grew up. At six month, we decided with his breeder to engage
all the litter. He was the first one, our friendship has been more fragile
again and again…At two years, he became French Champion and his sister was
only second in the bitch class, this day we understood that we’ve lost a
friend definitely. An horrible price… A French Champion has cost us our
friend… It’s this day that we learned that when you win with your dog you become an horrible person, the one who
must be killed. 13 years passed, and I’m harder now.
Indiana Jones has been Multi Champion and the father of really nice pups… He
has been the best Skye Terrier of the year 1994.
Now? He is old, and not in very good health… Sometimes he is all right and
sometimes he is bad. He can’t hear and he can’t see very well, and sleeps all
the day. When it’s cold outside, he trembles and goes wrong. The little
light in his eyes switchs off, but he comes back when the weather is better…
It’s maybe that the oldness… John gave us the real departure in our career.
He gave us some trust. He has been the real beginning of our kennel. He was
fond of Garance and I must admit that until she died he is different, I
think he miss her… All his old friends of the past are gone : Gin Fizz,
Indy, Gary, Garance, Hanouchka … and I think he knows that his turn will
come. He misses his friends… He lost his guide marks. But it’s life,
unfortunately…We are looking at him carefully. We know that it’s the evening
of his life, but we think that it has been full of happiness, rich and
beautiful. We hope so… We miss him certainly when he will go because it’s a
monument in our life and it’s for that reason we love him and care him to
keep him for a long time…
NB :
This text has been written on the 26 of March 04, in the morning. Indiana Jones
died on the evening of the same day. Coincidence? Maybe but so hard….
Garance
and John : The
most beautiful
love story in
the world...
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