due to the demands of Steve’s pesky day job Pete hit his herding stride at around four or
five years old. He had long since finished his conformation Championship and was earning
championship points at a rapid pace in three herding programs. Along the way he garnered
several high in trial and reserve high in trial placements on both cattle and sheep. He was
the ACDCA High Point Herding Dog in 2004 and became the first second generation quad-
ruple champion that same year. Ironically, Pete was awarded the ACDCA Sire of the Most
New Agility Titlists in two different years, yet he never saw the likes of a teeter or a tunnel!
To add to his list of accolades are the get that he sired. There are five Champions of Re-
cord, several pointed dogs, one ROM, a wide range of performance dogs in an array of
venues: herding, agility, obedience, tracking and even dock dogs! In 2007 our homebred
Pete-son, Ruck, went High in Trial on cattle at the ACDCA National Specialty and earned
the Most Promising Started Dog on Cattle award. You can see many of Pete’s progeny in
the pages that follow.
When all is said and done all the
awards and achievements a dog
earns only tell part of the story of
that dog’s life. What we’ll remem-
ber about Pete isn’t what he did
in the trial arena but what he was
to us day in and day out. Although
he could be a thorn in my side
sometimes (there’s that old
pushiness again!) Pete was the
only dog on our place that I per-
sonally could count on to take out
and get any livestock chore done.
He did everything I asked without
an argument. He was willing to try
anything I handed him. I felt safe
and secure with him on patrol
and on the flip side laughed at his gooberish ways when he let his tough guy bravado fall.
To Steve Pete was the ultimate ranch dog. Need to load a tough trailer? Pete was there.
Need to calmly move a flock of ewes with month old lambs? Pete was there. Wanna go for
a ride in the truck or the side-by-side? Pete was really there! And that is how I will fondly
remember our big galoot in his twilight days. No matter how badly Pete was feeling physi-
cally he’d ride shotgun with Steve in the side-by-side, stoically sitting up so straight and
proud, overseeing his small patch of desert, his pack and his livestock. It was an honor to
know you and our privilege to be owned by you. Rest well, old dog. Don’t forget to greet us
at the bridge—we certainly won’t forget you.
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