Am/Can Ch. Strawberry's Flamenco DOM

1992 - 2005

Annaliese Scrapbook


 
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Ch. Strawberry's Flamenco DOM is the daughter of Am/Can Ch. Strawberry's Caballero and Ch. Strawberry's Blythe Spirit. She was whelped April 14, 1992 and was a loved and loving member of our household for all of her nearly thirteen years. Her first major in Las Vegas was under Peter Emily with our son Michael as handler. She was second in a large class of 12 -18 Fawn bitches at ABC and finished her championship at the age of 14 months the following weekend at the Ludwig's Corners PA show going Winner's Bitch over the ABC Winner's Bitch of the previous week and Best of Opposite Sex over an Award of Merit Bitch from the ABC show. That's dog shows. She was a multiple Group placing winner -- all owner handled.

She produced four champions:

Am/Can. Ch. Strawberry's Medalist (by Am/Can Ch. Strawberry's Conquistador)

Ch. Strawberry's Legacy DOM (by Ch. Turo's Futurian of Cachet)

Am/Can. Ch. Strawberry's Northern Light (by Am/Can Ch. Strawberry's Conquistador)

Ch. Strawberry's Deja Vu (by Am/Can Ch. Strawberry's Conquistador)

 

 

 

 

Here is our tribute to Annaliese:

My tribute to Annaliese is a tribute to all the Boxers in the lives of each of us. Annaliese was as special to us as is the Boxer in your life.
Each Boxer we have had -- and now have -- has their own special lessons to teach us. Annaliese, because Providence granted her a long life, taught us the lesson of an indomitable spirit in the face of an aging body. She did not whine, cry, or complain that she could not perform her puppy antics or have the proud carriage that she had as a young girl. She looked at us with clear eyes and clear mind and said that the flame of the candle of physical life flickers and goes out, but the flame of the candle of the spirit burns in the heart of each of us that are left behind.
As a young girl she gave us the example of joy in life and spirit each and every day. As a nearly thirteen year old girl she romped in her wobbly way through each day -- and on Friday she would romp with us no more.
She lies now on the slope of Strawberry Mountain with her ancestors, where the wind in the pines blows softly, and the rains and the snows fall gently, and the flowers are blooming in the spirit of new life.
Rest now, our girl, in peace.