Kinsella’s Coal Dust CD (Dusty)

9-14-80 to 7-23-93

Our first. She taught us more about hunting than we ever taught her.  The way’s of the pheasant were her specialty.

Dusty was the "Queen" of our house. Our first "child", and later the ultimate kids dog. She had a sense of humor-a knowledge that she was not a dog-but a person in a dog suit. She could listen to the "plan" on how to hunt a particular field, and go out an execute her end with out so much as one direction or instruction from anyone. She had a bird sense that doesn’t come from training. But from a sense of understanding that was instinctive. Although there have been many others, we know that we were blessed with our dog of a lifetime, very early in the game.

Broken hearted we laid her to rest under our big cedar tree on July 21, 1993 after a short battle with bone cancer.

Djays Creme De Cocoa (Jed)

6-11-83 to 7-26-95

Jed was a gentleman from the first day we brought him home. Having first picked another pup from the litter, but bending to the insistence of the breeder (a friend) took this white quiet pup instead. And I will be forever grateful for her persistence. He settled into our home, and my heart immediately.

A couch potato at home and a bird finding machine in the field. We met up with the other pup once at a hunt test and Jed’s performance that day left me breathless. As if he knew that the other dog had almost stood beside me instead of him.

Jed went blind from cataracts at the age of nine. As his eyesight deteriorated we taught him to work a field with our voice as his eyes. His vocabulary was huge. Although many thought he should be retired he flushed and retrieved over 200 birds in his eighth year while nearly blind. He taught us much about faith, perseverance, and heart.

Jed died of natural causes on July 26, 1995 and was laid to rest beside his favorite hunting partner Dusty. 

Djays O’Golly Miss Molly (Molly)

5-27-85 to 7-22-95

Molly was proof that dynamite does come in small packages. She was always the happy, happy dog. And she carried that wonderful disposition into what ever she was doing. Hunting, playing with the kids, digging up my flowers, exercising the chickens, or even whelping a litter.

She began for us a journey that still continues today. Our goal of producing a "dog that dad can peel off the couch and bring back home to be the family pet" truly began with Molly.

What ever we asked of her, she excelled in. And no matter who we bred her to we got the same dog every time. She put her "stamp" on her puppies. Her bloodlines still continue in our kennel to this day.

Molly was killed in an accident on July 22, 1995. Although ten seems to be a fairly long life she was still in excellent shape for a dog half her age. Her loss left us feeling empty and sad for a life cut to short. She was laid to rest with Dusty and Jed under the huge cedar tree.

Streamside Riley (Riley)

12-27-85 to 7-26-95

Riley came to us as a two year old. Having been raised by a pro trainer since a puppy. His first two years were spent either on a dog truck, training, in a kennel, or hunting. He was not a family dog, and most certainly not a country dog for those first two years. He joined our home and from the first day was outstanding with our children, the other animals, and at being truly a member of our family.

He loved to carry huge chunks of firewood around and often joined us horseback riding carrying a very large log-the entire time. Riley was an honest dog. Whether hunting, hanging out in the yard, or snoozing on the kitchen floor. He was always trying to do what ever we wanted. And to be with us, at all times. His only "vice" was that he did not like Jed. And the feeling was mutual. Although they were both to "gentlemanly" to actually fight, their hatred of each other was well known.

He was laid to rest, with one of his beloved logs that he liked to carry, beneath the big cedar tree with the rest of his canine companions, and Jed his mortal enemy.

Windcrest Dusty Delta (Delta)

1-17-94 to 4-13-94

Delta was what every puppy should be. Bright healthy, and full of promise. She was a much planned for, and much awaited for pup out of a Master Hunter and our Molly.

Sadly she was taken from us in a hit by car accident. A life so full of promise, cut way to short.

She was laid to rest under our big lilac bush where she loved to play.

Windcrest All That Jazz (Jazz)

1-31-91 to 7-14-02

Bred, born, and raised here, Jazz was my son’s first dog. They were inseparable. No matter what he was doing. She was there. It was not unusual to see Jazz acting as a wide receiver during a football game, or playing third base during a baseball game. However, she never quite "got" soccer as it always just seemed more logical to her to just pick up and carry the ball where it needed to go.

She died peacefully in her sleep on July 14, 2002 not a foot from the place into which she was born. Jazz was laid to rest at the end of the yard where she and her devoted young master had spent so many days chasing, throwing, and catching the balls they both loved so much.

Windcrest Molly Mc Muffin (Molly)

2-2-99 to 1-18-06

Molly was born here and was sold as a puppy. In 2003 she came back to us after her previous owners living conditions changed. She was a wonderful dog and for a short time a substitute for my sons beloved Jazz.

It was discovered just shortly after her arrival here that she was quite ill with cancer. We dug in and fought the cancer believing that we had cured her, only to have it return just shortly before Christmas 2006. Wishing to relieve Molly of the burden of an illness she could not over come, and a life that no longer had any quality to it, Molly was relieved of her suffering by our Veterinarian on January 18, 2006.

Our time together was short, the impact she lift on our lives was great. She was laid to rest under the big cedar tree.

Windcrest Wild Thing (Rerun)

10-02-1994  to 10-14-2008

Named after a song we heard on the radio while discussing what to call her she lived up to the name totally.  She had that same happy personallity as her mother, with her fathers intense love of retrieving.  She was a people dog and loved to be with humans at all times.  Her breeding was one that I repeated several times because we kept getting requests for puppies out of Molly and Riley.  And I finally decided I should have one for myself.  We have her lines in our kennel to this day.

Rerun was  a super family dog, hunting dog, and mother.  A true representation of everything I wanted to produce with my breeding program.   She wasn't a big dog but she had a big heart and did everythig with gusto and enthusiasim.  Never hesitating to do anything we asked of her.

Her little body just wore out and one day she could not get up.  With a heavy heart we had our Veterinarian relieve Rerun of her suffering.  The hole in our lives made by the loss of this little dog will remain for a long time.

She was laid to rest in the spring under the cedar trees. 

Windcrest Jokers Wild (Joker)

10-03-1996 to 05-01-2009 

Joker was a much awaited for puppy.  I looked for over three years for a yellow female pup out of a certain stud dog.  And time and time again I was disapointed.  Finally I had a deposit down for a litter and had first pick yellow females.   There were three pups, a black male, a yellow male, and a yellow female!  The stud that I admired so much passed away three weeks after the puppies were born. 

Joker was just as super dog as I thought she would be.  As a pal, hunting dog, and dam.  She produced a Hunt Test titled dog, service dog, and many wonderful family companions.  We have her lines in our kennel still.

Although her mind and spirit were still that of a puppy, the same could not be said of her body in the last year of her life.  Having reached a point where life was a burden, and not a pleasure, we sadly had our Vet relieve Joker of her suffering.  While it was a very hard thing for us, it was the right thing for her.  Our pup we almost never got will live long in our hearts.

Joker was laid to rest under the cedar trees with the rest of her canine companions.