Jansim Nip 'N Tuck TT,CGC,JC.
Nipper (a.k.a "The Whippet")
March 1992 - June 10, 2006
We picked Nipper up from the Montreal SPCA the week before Christmas, 1992. In my role as sight hound liaison, I received a call that they had an 8-month old, owner surrender Whippet who was not a good adoption prospect. When we arrived, she was huddled at the back of a decent sized pen, dull and disinterested in people. Almost within hours of bringing her home, she morphed into a playful, outgoing puppy that knew without the shadow of a doubt that "whippets sleep on the bed - pointe finale". I notified Whippet rescue and received a call from a prospective home almost immediately. I advised them that they should call me back after Christmas by which time we would have had chance to assess her. By the time they called back in January, Nipper already had a home.
That was the start of a fourteen-year adventure. She coursed, camped and canoed. She hunted with the terriers, locating active holes with unerring accuracy but never participating in the rough stuff. She counter cruised to the detriment of several dishes and raided cupboards to the occasional detriment of her digestive system until we found a foolproof system of bungees, and other whippet-proof devices. She weathered the ice storm of 1998 with barely a shiver - instinctively finding and claiming the warmest spot in our chilly house. She travelled everywhere with us, making friends - two-legged and four - wherever she went.
She was a young, playful and over indulgent Aunt to our 1993 litter - (much to their Dam's annoyance) and they always remembered her, no matter how long the absence, greeting her with butt wiggles and submissive mouth licks. She was more matronly towards the 1997 litter but became Gunter's best buddy when for 2-1/2 years we were down to a two-dog household. They were indeed the "odd couple" he would nuzzle her muzzle and she would chew his legs as they lay on the sofa together.
For the most part, Nipper was an exceedingly healthy dog. She had some disc issues - the result of coursing injuries - and suffered from some kind of inflammatory bowel disorder in 2002 that miraculously disappeared on our annual trip to New Jersey that year. As Dr. Floyd said - she got better in spite of us, not because of us.
I said goodbye on June 10th. She was not ready to go, and I certainly was not ready to let her go but the prospect of even "OK" days was gone and we were down to "OK" moments.
Nipper left us 17 years less a day after her predecessor (Fred Boot of Wellington) died in my arms on the way to the vets a few days before the 1989 BTCA National Specialty at the respectable age of 15 plus. Just as fate brought Fred into our lives, and fate brought Nipper to us, so fate will determine when, or if, another running dog will enter our home, our lives and our hearts
Run with the wind my friend
Your velvet muzzle, zest for life and regal sight hound expectations are sorely missed