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Willow with 1st litter.
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Carol and Jim Stanton bought another of Julie's puppies that same warm summer. They drove up from South Carolina, into the mountains, and camped out in Cataloochee National Park, just off I-40, west of Asheville.

"I'm a salesman, airplanes. I used to fly a F-14 Tomcat for the navy until my eyes gave out," Jim told Jay. "We're lowlanders, from coastal South Carolina." The Stantons lived on Sullivan's Island, outside Charleston, which meant they were prosperous.

While Jay was showing Jim the pups, Carol was talking to Robin. "We just got married," Carol said. "And now we're buying my sons a puppy and a computer. They seem distant to Jim, sometimes hostile, as a stepfather, so we're doing Christmas in July."


Here’s Willow as a little puppy with big, old Addie Doggy, Adrian of Elsinore

"How old are they?"

"Twelve and fourteen," Carol answered.

"That's rough. They're both at the James Dean stage --instant rebellion," Robin said. "If they were younger it would be easier for Jim to bond with them."

"What can Jim do to overcome their resentment?"

Robin answered automatically. "Common interests and hobbies. They have to grow to like and respect each other."


Meanwhile, Jay had picked the alpha for Jim Stanton because he was a duck hunter and had two teenage stepsons, to hopefully bleed off the alpha's excess energy. "We're gonna call him `Yaeger'," Jim said about the pup, and Jay looked quizzical. "After Chuck Yaeger, the X-15 test pilot; when I was a kid he was the fastest man alive." Jim scratched at Yaeger's head and the pup swiped at his cheek with a paw, and licked Jim's mustache.

"I'm glad you're not into NASCAR, and want to call the dog `Petty'," Jay said.

Six months later Jay and Robin called their puppy buyers to see how Julie's kids were doing. Robin called the Stantons on a Saturday afternoon. Carol Stanton told Robin, "I'm in the kitchen working on the ducks my men folk shot this morning. Jim left at 4 AM with the boys, and Yaeger. They came home at noon with six birds for me to clean, and now they're in the garage building an airplane."

"A real airplane?" Robin asked. And then she heard Yaeger barking in the background, always a lovely sound to a breeder.

"It's supposed to seat two and fly at 300 miles per hour. Is that real enough?" Carol's voice was exasperated, with maybe a touch of genuine fear, and then she sneezed. "Damn feathers!"

"So, Jim, your sons, and Yaeger are getting along?" Robin asked.

Carol laughed. "Yes. We're doing fine," and Robin knew Carol was smiling into the phone when she said, "Thanks for Yaeger; he's a great dog.

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