Bio
Wendy Barlow-Eldredge

As you might suppose, I've been head
over heals about
dogs all my life. From birth, I was surrounded by
trained
hunting dogs. My Dad and Granddad kept marvelous
bird
dogs, and they took their breeding and training programs
seriously. I never could get it through my head
that the
bird dogs weren't for playing with, and I could often be
found in the kennels with them. Fortunately for me,
those
dogs were as well socialized as they could get, and
were
as gentle as lambs with any of us kids.

Growing up, my "pet" dogs
were field bred Cocker Spaniels.
Ishowed as a Junior Handler in AKC conformation with
them,
and played around with agility, although in those days
agility
certainly wasn't what it is today. I called it canine
steeplechase,and only played around with it in the yard
with neighborhood kids,
never dreaming that it would one day
become one of my favorite activities.
After being without a dog for several
years, and after a
night of mass break-ins in the neighborhood, my husband
and I decided it was time to get back into dogs. Our
breed
selection was fairly narrow. The breed must be smart,
eager to please, with a good temperament. My choices
were a Cocker (go figure) or a Standard Poodle (what was
I thinking?). My husband's only choice was an Australian
Shepherd. I'd never owned a herding breed, but
Richard
had fallen in love with them years earlier and convinced
me
to expand my horizons. Well, it was the perfect
choice.
Their loyalty, drive, and sheer exuberance for life
enthralls
me. Now, I simply cannot imagine owning any other breed
of
dog.
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