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Lord Sherlock Von Humboldt

In l976 my friend had to go away for a job and asked us to take care of his bloodhound Spike. I'd had Bassets before but Spike was the first bloodhound I'd ever spent time with. Spike was so friendly and wonderful, I fell in love. Then he grew ill and could never beat the anaerobic bacteria that had invaded his body cavity. He had several surgeries over the months and many different antibiotics were tried but Spike died on a Thanksgiving morning. I had had him for 8 months and my friend was due home the next week. Here I had been trying to deal with having to give Spike back and suddenly he was dead. I was heartbroken.

My friend was determined to find another bloodhound. A year later he finally found a litter in Santa Rosa and brought his pup home, the next day we went to meet his puppy. Well it was more than we could stand! The next week-end I was in Santa Rosa surrounded by a litter of 12 week old bloodhounds. I knew I wanted a red one but what to do -- there were 5 red ones and they were all adorable. So I sat down to watch them and lo and behold one of them kept coming up to me. So my first bloodhound picked me! I named him Lord Sherlock Von Humboldt and called him Sherlock.

The Day Sherlock Came Home
12 Weeks Old

"Photo By David Allyn"

This was l977 and Sherlock graced my life for almost 13 years. His last two years his rear legs became paralyzed due to an inoperable condition in his spinal cord. With the aid of a K9 Cart we were able to take walks everyday and we were even able to go to the beach -- his favorite place. The picture of Sherlock in his cart at the beach was taken on his 12th birthday.