In April of 1983 after watching CH Corsairs Beaujangles take the first Herding Group at the Westminster Dog Show, I was chasing my first Terv around. Her name was Petit Chalet's Touch O'Jasmine which we later added the CH to the front and a CDX and HIC to the end. 

Tusha was fiesty and bossy, but also loving and snuggly. My shepherd took her constant bossing in stride and hardly ever complained. 

Tusha was very smart and picked up her CD and CH all in the same weekend.  I showed her once and then bred her. She had a wonderful litter of puppies on August 18, 1985. After getting her girlie figure back, I showed her in earnest.

Tusha's one striking feature was her beautiful deep red coat. She was nice but not great. But I had a lot of fun, made friends and sharpened my show skills. I showed her to her CDX as well.

In March of 1987 she got out of the yard in search of adventure. But she found more than she bargained for. Not yeilding to a car, cost her the sight in one eye. I helped her heal and get herself ready to face the world.

Tusha was tough and a fighter. She only needed one leg on her CDX. I asked her to try, and try she did. It was not easy, but she did not give up and I did not give up on her. She got her last leg in the worst possible conditions, mud up to your knees and a light mist. We came away with that last leg. I told her before going into the ring that if she did it that day, I would never ask her to do it again. She did her part and I made good on my promise.

Tusha ruled the household and we called her the fox queen. She never lost that position, even in her old age. 

When she reached 14 1/2 years, she started having strokes and incidents of falling. I knew her time was near, so I called my vet, who came to my house. After allowing me my final good byes, he then allowed her the rest that she so deserved.

My house was quiet and I so missed her presence. I hope that she is not causing too much trouble in heaven :)

In July of 1987, a small bundle of fur came home with me from Sun Prairie Wis. His name - Corsairs Shiloh O' Witchcraft. I decided that I wanted a dog to compete with and Shiloh was that dog. I started his training at 2 months and he took to it like a duck takes to water. He loved to show and he walked into the ring like he owned it.

He was my best friend and a clown in a Terv suit. He knew how to make me laugh. I feel that we all have that special dog that we are living with or still waiting on. Shiloh was my special dog. He wanted to do what I asked of him. He would go that extra mile. I can remember one time working with him and the dumb-bell. I threw the dumb-bell and it rolled in a low place with grass. I sent Shiloh to take it and he could not find it. He knew that he was supposed to bring something back, so he saw a stick and brought that instead. I almost cried.

We spent a lot of time together and in February of 1998 when the vet said that dreaded 6 letter word CANCER, I felt like someone had punched me. I was getting ready to move to Dallas, TX and I told Shiloh just get me there and settled and I will take care of you.

On July 14, 1998, my best friend, protector, and show dog, took his last car ride. The tumor on his neck had grown to almost 2 lbs and I did not want him to suffer because of me. I said goodbye, and held him for the last time and in mere seconds, he was gone.

I miss you Shi and wish you well.