Over the last fourty six years we have bred, raised, trained and shown German Shorthaired Pointers, Silky Terriers, Old English Sheepdogs, and Tibetan Mastiffs. Have also owned but not bred, a Beagle, two Akitas, a pit bull, a Rough Collie X German Shepherd,an Australian Cattledog X Border Collie, and a German Shepherd. More stories involved with this lifetime of hunting partners, co-workers, defenders and family members than I can even begin to relate. Right now I have Ariba, the German Shepherd, Kawasi, the black female Tibetan Mastiff, and Asia, the black and tan male Tibetan Mastiff. One of the most heart rending things I have had to go through with all of these guys was just recently when I had to try to explain to Ariba that our Olde Deere was not going to be coming home again. From the time eight years ago when we got her as an eleven week old pup, he has been her god and the only person she has looked to for meaning in her life. She likes me fine, but he was hers to look after and be with. If he dropped some thing, she picked it up for him, if he was in the garden, so was she. She rode in the J.D.4040 cab with him, she worked in the shop with him, and she sat beside him on the bench at the table every night after supper. In the first six weeks after he was gone she lost almost twenty pounds and looked for him constantly. Wouldn't eat, sat in the yard beside the tractor and waited, lay in the shop and mourned, checked his side of the bed every morning. Now she is starting to come back to herself, has put some weight back on and brings a stick to me to throw for her now and again. But still, in the evenings, I see her get that distant look in her eyes as she lays in the kitchen beside the table, and I know she's still waiting.