After Ukon went missing I put out a notice that, if any of his progeny needed rehoming, we would be happy to take him/her in. We got word that one of his daughters needed a new life.  I drove several hours to pick her up. She was, then, four years old. When she came home it was obvious that she had not had much, if any, exposure to children at all. Unfortunately she had grown too accustomed to a "kennel" life and after well over a year of trying, we couldn't rehabilitate her to live happily with our family.

Rest in Peace "Missy Crissy"

She was biddable, gentle, and there was not a malicious bone in her body, she just had a bit of fear of the things she hadn't grown up with.

Crissy had ideal (IMHO) colouring for a bitch, rich red and excellent blackening. Nice ear set and better head planes than her father. She had great angles and movement, lovely dark eyes, better-than-average croup and a lovely long tail and great feet.