MYSTERY MAL - Page 1

One November day I was sitting in my Grand Marquis at a stoplight in pouring down rain.  There was a soaking wet beautiful long-haired black dog sitting at the light.  I don't think she pushed the walk button, but I'm positive she was waiting on the light to change so she could cross the street.  I opened the passenger door and asked her if she wanted a ride.  She did.  I tried for weeks to locate her owner.  She had no tags.  No one came forward.  I couldn't believe no one was looking for her.  She'd been spayed, was less than a year old, a full-blood Tervuren.  I named her Taboo.  We were inseparable for 14 years until one day I found her lying in the backyard, unable to get up.  She passed away a few hours later. 

I did not want another dog for a long time. 

Years.

But I grew tired of feeling naked.  I'm not myself without a dog.  So I got online and started researching.  I knew I couldn't replace her with another Tervuren.  Didn't want a Dutch.  Then I saw a youtube video from England:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n45Mh4IONMI&feature=share&list=PL72D6EF1DA0CFD7EB  I spent the next four years adding videos to my playlist, reading everything I could get my hands on, calling breeders.  I knew I didn't want my dog to have nothing to do.  But did I want to compete?  Could I do that in Oklahoma on a limited budget?  I thought S.A.R.S. would be rewarding.  Agility might be fun.  Schutzhund would be challenging.  I was excited.  I had a vision in my head of what my dog would look like.  Four years passed.  I watched hundreds of videos, kept logs of upcoming litters in my area, saved my money. 

Then one day I happened to look at Craigslist.  There was a post by a dog trainer in Tulsa asking if anyone would be interested in a 10 week old male Malinois for $50.  The post said the owner had to report for military service and would have to give the pup up to someone who would take good care of him.  A week later he was mine.  It was Mother's Day 2010.  He was about 12 weeks old.  Naturally I wanted to know about his sire and dam.  Not because I felt I should get papers or even that I planned to breed him, simply to know a little about what kind of working blood line he came from.  It must have been fairly impressive because the puppies were $1,000.  I know, it sounds fishy.  But a few weeks later I went to a Schutzhund tracking practice to introduce my pup.  There was a guy there who claimed he knew where Dub came from.  He said he had impressive lines.  Well, I lost track of that guy (he quit coming).  The guy I bought Dub from disappeared.  When I finally tracked him down he claimed not to be able to remember where he drove to get the dog.  I find that weird.  Not weird like I think my dog was stolen or anything, just weird that he wouldn't help me. 

I'm not worried, nor do I enjoy my dog any less just because he was basically orphaned.  I just want to know what his parents were like.  I just want to solve the mystery.  So if you have any leads or know anyone who might remember a litter around that time around Oklahoma or nearby, please let me know. 

I appreciate you taking time to read my long post. 

Lolly G.
Tulsa, OK

Glad our seminar video inspired you Lolly, the Supermali is our Floh and she is currently curled up in a barkie next to her "Dad", K9Ulf.

Margaret N-J

I can understand your need to find her lineage. However, there are some times when not knowing is better than knowing. You're right, the circumstances surrounding your acquiring of Dub all sound pretty fishy.  Right now, you have a dog you love very much and you would probably fall apart if you found out that good ol' Dub had been stolen and the owner/breeder was looking for him. I would leave well enough alone and just love your dog, regardless. 
Just my opinion.