Clancy, June 4, 1989 to February 12, 2003
After Suzie came into our lives, we began fostering for ARPH. One day on the ARPH email list, a call went out to see if ARPH would take in a 13-year-old Aussie whose owner was dealing with a preemie with life-threatening health issues. She was living with her mother, who had no fenced yard for Clancy. Clancy was living in the garage nearly 24 hours a day because with a sick baby, he could not be allowed in the house. Nobody would take such an old dog and it was suggested that he be euthanized. Clancy was living just down the road from my younger son in West Virginia, whom we were planning on visiting the next weekend. We offered to go look at him to see what shape he was in. Well, he was in great shape and had personality to beat the band. So we adopted him and brought him home with us that day. He was a character--he would jump and catch frisbees, retrieve tennis balls endlessly, and was ready to take a walk or go for a ride any time of the day. Kevin's cousin Sheila took one look at him and said, "He's a Brookridge dog!" About a year and a half later, the former owner found Clancy's registration form (never sent in), and sure enough, his sire was Brookridge Quincy's Invasion, the kennel's foundation sire. And it turned out that Clancy had not been 13 when we adopted him, but only 11.