SHOW WINS!    May/June/October 2006
Shamrocklane WRoyal Prince took  Winners dog AND Best of Winners in his first show at 9 months of
age!!! He took Reserve on day two. He took Best of Breed in the AKC Puppy match!! He took Reserve
Winners in the Filer, ID show in June .He took Reserve again in Blackfoot Id , show and the Montana
shows.

Shamrocklane Chimneysweep won 1st place in the Bred By Exhibitor class and went on to win Reserve
in May at Mount Ogden show!!!!  She took Winners Bitch and Best of Opposite sex at the Blackfoot ID
show in June.
At the Blackfoot show she won  first place and Sweepstakes for Best Bred by exhibitor under Dee
Hutchinson!!.

WRoyal Skipper took  1st in his class in Open class in Utah in May and Winners dog and 2 Reserve
Winners in the Blackfoot show in June.

Spicegirl took Reserve at age 6 months!! This was  at the Logan Ut  AKC show Mount Ogden Kennel
CLub Show.

Shamrocklanes spudmuffin takes his  Open class in Oct in Boise AKC shows

SHAMROCKLANES SPUDMUFFIN WINS BIG AT   NATIONALS IN SAND
DIEGO OCTOBER 2006,, WINNERS DOG! 5 PT MAJOR! His second show!
RAINBOW BRIDGE
SNIFFNTELLS CREAM FILLED
MUFFIN
Le Creme Royale Lexus Ava   
THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO THE FRIENDS
WE HAVE LOST,, THEY CAN NEVER BE
REPLACED OR FORGOTTEN,, HOW
THEY ADDED TO OUR LIVES IS
IMMEASURABLE AND LASTING,,

We called him “Rags.” He was just a cur,
But twice, on the Western Line,
That little old bunch of faithful fur
Had offered his life for mine.

And all that he got was bones and bread,
Or the leavings of soldier grub,
But he’d give his heart for a pat on the head,
Or a friendly tickle and rub.

And Rags got home with the regiment,
And then, in the breaking away –
Well, whether they stole him, or whether he
went,
I’m not prepared to say.

But we mustered out, some to beer and
gruel,
And some to sherry and shad,
And I went back to the Sawbones School,
Where I still was an undergrad.

One day they took us budding M.D.’s
To one of those institutes
Where they demonstrate every new disease
By means of bisected brutes.

They had one animal tacked and tied
And slit like a full-dresses fish,
With his vitals pumping away inside
As pleasant as one might wish.

I stopped to look like the rest, of course,
And the beast’s eyes levelled mine;
His short tale thumped with a feeble force,
And he uttered a tender whine.

It was Rags, yes, Rags! who was martyred
there,
Who was quartered and crucified,
And he whined that whine which is doggish
prayer
And he licked my hand–and died.

And I was no better in part nor whole
Than the gang I was found among,
And his innocent blood was on the soul
Which he blessed with his dying tongue.

Well! I’ve seen man go to courageous death
In the air, on sea, on land!
But only a dog would spend his breath
In a kiss for his murderer’s hand.

And if there’s no heaven for love like that,
For such four-legged fealty-well!
If I have any choice, I tell you flat,
I’ll take my chance in hell.