Now I find myself in the dog house all the time for various reasons. But when I receive and email from someone that I don’t even know, that is pronouncing me a dog, you can imagine that I was caught a little off guard. But as you will see it is all to a good end, so I hope you enjoy this one.
I live in rural Missouri with my 8 year old daughter Chloe. I run BPD out of a shop behind my house. Anyway, a couple months ago an old English Pointer showed up on my porch freezing, Chloe says “Dad there’s a chilly white dog on the porch”, next day same thing “that chilly white dog is back”. We feed her (I knew I wouldn’t get rid of her then) and the name Chilly White stuck!
We had her for about a month and in talking to one of my neighbors we found the original owner. This guy raises champion pointers for field trials, “Chilly” had been missing for weeks and he feared she was dead as she is over 14 years old. As it turns out Chilly is a seven time field trial champion for the state of Kansas but he no longer hunts her. With some not very hard negotiations (8 year old girls get there way!) the dog was ours.
Chilly White - the dog
Chilly hangs out in the shop with me most days or lays on the porch (pic attached).
So that’s my story of the champion pointer named Chilly White.