Proud Breeder of FC Fenloch Brigand at OVWS
Tina was the smallest of the litter - not a runt by any means, just built small, feisty, fast, and agile ! She had the moxie to boss around her much larger brothers and was the first to hit all of the puppy milestones- including climbing the kennel panels in order to try to escape. I knew that she was going to be a handful but also was going to be something special in the right hands- enter her owner, trainer, and handler Matty Rawlinson formerly of the UK and now transplanted here in the U.S. What better teacher for a UK breed dog than someone who grew up with the breed in the mother land ?
Tina flew half way across the country and immediately started training- and within less than a year, within her first month of trialing - skipping the puppy stakes and jumping right into the Open stakes- Tina won her FC title with 4 consecutive placements with a 1st place, 4th, 3rd, and another 1st. She has another 4th and 2 2nd place finishes as well after her title.
Tina was entered to run in the 2024 National Open Cocker Championship but was scratched due to coming in season.
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Proud Breeder of FC Fenloch Starling of Oahe
FC Fenloch Starling of Oahe Clare was from my very first litter of working English Cockers that I bred. She was out of my girl- SHR Fenloch Black Widow BCAT Ninja (Priorsmeadow Samurai x Phantomwoods Brown Recluse) by Litomysl Barlow of Prairierose (2007 British Championship winner GB. FTCH Timsgarry Barlow x 2005 British Championship winner GB. FTCH Willowbee Wren)
Field Cocker Madness
The brace of pointers was stunning, and they were locked up on the edge of one of the thickest patches of greenbriar I'd ever seen. The tangle was so dense it resembled unfurled rolls of concertina wire. A little cocker named Rip didn't care, for when he was cut loose, he snaked his way through that mess with more moves than a belly dancer. I'd I couldn't see him, but to know where he was I just needed to see which section of greenbriar was shaking. When the dog locked on his target, a covey of wild quail exploded. They believed if they held their ground they'd never have to leave. How wrong they were.
