Banner Baby....

DCh DM Star Spangled Banner FCh SOR ORC

Like his auntie Jib, Banner is into everything!  He and she are making themselves into quite a team.  If it isn't one; it's the other...  my tag team!

Banner Baby, age 7 wks

Now, instead of always hearing "JIBLET!" ringing through the house, you are more likely to hear, "BANNER!"  We laugh as it seems that it is always Banner.  He's my heathen child, but what a talented child he is.  Banner is exceedingly smart and he's very keen when it comes to running.  The boy does not like any other dog to get ahead of him.

Banner was the first puppy born and weighed 1 lb 6 oz.  That is huge for a greyhound newborn!  When he was whelped, he hurt Abbey and she turned around to bite whatever it was that was hurting her.  Laurel & I both blocked her from the puppy and, after he was out, she was fine and started cleaning & polishing him.  After Banner, the rest of the pups were whelped fairly easily, except for Nampa.  Abbey delivered him standing up.  We had to catch him as he was born.

Banner has a lot of his sire's mannerisms.  He'll grab your hand and lead you somewhere.  He's a funny, funny dog.  Just last night, I was watching him with his brother, Nampa.  Nampa was nitting Banner's ears and Banner squealed.  When he squealed, Rob hollered at Nampa to "knock it off."  Nampa stopped and was just standing there when Banner, started chomping on Nampa's feet.  However, Rob didn't see the foot chomping and when Nampa retaliated, Banner again squealed, and Nampa again was chastised.  LOL....  Banner just lay there on the floor, quietly thumping his tail with a big ol' greyhound grin on his face. The brat!

Banner is a musician...  He's a Gene Krupa wannabe.  During the summer, we have small, plastic kiddie pools for the dogs out in the backyard.  The hounds like to lay in them during hot weather.  Well, the wind this past autumn blew one of the pools upsidedown and we never turned it back over.  The other day, I hear this drumming outside.  I look out the kitchen window and I saw Banner by the pool.  He was looking at it and his tail was slowly wagging.  Hmmm.....

Next thing he did, while still looking at the pool, was lean back on his haunches.  He lifted his front feet off the ground, supporting himself with his back and haunches and started slapping the pool, drumming it, with his front feet!  He couldn't support himself this way for long and as he put his front feet back on the ground, he got this big ol' goofy grin on his face and the tail was wagging again.  After a minute or so, he did it again.  LOL....  The boy is a musician!

Banner is pointed in both the breed ring and in the lure coursing field.  His win in the breed ring came at the Coronado Kennel Club shows under noted saluki breeder judge, Sharon Bartosh Kinney.  He garnered 2 points in that win with Rob showing him.

Banner, NOTRA Winner

The boy really shines in the coursing fields.  On 19 Oct 2008, Banner went Best of Breed at the Albuquerque Whippet Fanciers Asso. October AKC lure coursing trial for a 5 point major win.  The judges were Barb Ewing and Joel Brady.   The next weekend, Banner competed in his first NOTRA racing event.  Banner was awarded 1st place in greyhounds, a JOR leg, a SOR leg, ORC points.  Not too bad for a first time entry.

The following weekend, he competed in his first ASFA lure coursing event.  On Saturday, he finished first in Open to win 24 points and a placement towards his FCh.  We decided to flip a coin for the breed win with the owner of the #1 ASFA greyhound, Tally.  Renata won the toss and Tally went Best of Breed.  However, the points that Banner won by winning the Open stakes earned him a start in the next day's ASFA Region 3 Regional lure course.  On Sunday, Banner again went 1st in Open stakes, allowing him to run for Best of Breed against, Tally, the winner of the Field Champion stakes.  Tally & Banner ran in the breed stakes run off.  The judges tied them.  Oh geeez.....  We came to the line again, and at the "Tally Ho!" both hounds were slipped.  This time, Banner emerged victorious and won his first ASFA Best of Breed.

Now then, we wondered, does he have enough left after 4 runs to compete in Best in Field?  Is it even remotely possible that our 16 month old greyhound could win the Regional, like his momma?  We were about to find out.  Banner drew a very hot running borzoi named Nitro (owner: Tom Golcher) and a good running Rhodesian Ridgeback, Finely.  Nitro is fast - greyhound fast.  Finley is a great running Ridgeback.  Both are seasoned competitors.  This could be interesting.  It definitely would be a test of Banner's desire & ability.

The hounds are slipped and it soon becomes clear it is a very, very fast run between Nitro & Banner.  The two exchange leads and Banner makes a diving take attempt on the bag.  He misses, rolls and comes up running.  He has a lot of distance to make up on Nitro.  He finds another gear and he's driving....  driving....  He's still behind but closing, inch by inch.  Finally, near the end of the course, he passes Nitro and picks up the bag in his mouth!  He's running with the bag!  Then, the line breaks!  The judges call it a course and now, we wait.  The next course on the line is the afghan hound, Summer, and the Pharoah, Xena.  Who will win?  The winner was.....  BANNER!

Not to let Banner rest on his laurels, most recently I took him hunting.  He shows great promise, especially for being a big dog, at being pretty good in the hunting field.  However, only time will tell.

Banner in pursuit of a NM jackrabbit

Dearly Departed

These are our friends, who we loved, and who left us all too soon.  To them, this page is dedicated.

Where To Bury A Dog

There are various places within which a dog may be buried. We are thinking now of a setter, whose coat was flame in the sunshine, and who, so far as we are aware, never entertained a mean or an unworthy thought. This setter is  buried beneath a cherry tree, under four feet of garden loam, and at its proper season the cherry strews petals on the green lawn of his grave. Beneath a cherry tree, or an apple, or any flowering shrub of the garden, is an excellent place to bury a good dog. Beneath such trees, such shrubs, he slept in the drowsy summer, or gnawed at a flavorous bone, or lifted head to challenge some strange intruder. These are good places, in life or in death. Yet it is a small matter, and it touches sentiment more than anything else.

For if the dog be well remembered, if sometimes he leaps through your dreams actual as in life, eyes kindling, questing, asking, laughing, begging, it matters not at all where that dog sleeps at long and at last. On a hill where the wind is unrebuked and the trees are roaring, or beside a stream he knew in puppyhood, or somewhere in the flatness of a pasture land, where most exhilarating cattle graze. It is all one to the dog, and all one to you, and nothing is gained, and nothing lost -- if memory lives. But there is one best place to bury a dog. One place that is best of all.

If you bury him in this spot, the secret of which you must already have, he will come to you when you call -- come to you over the grim, dim frontiers of death, and down the well-remembered path, and to your side again. And though you call a dozen living dogs to heel they should not growl at him, nor resent his coming, for he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grass bent by his footfall, who hear no whimper pitched too fine for mere audition, people who may never really have had a dog. Smile at them then, for you shall know something that is hidden from them, and which is well worth the knowing.

The one best place to bury a good dog is in the heart of his master.

by Ben Hur Lampman