I know where you are coming from Swamp Dweller. Been down that same road. Shows how powerful the pull is on all of us in this sport. It just gets in your blood. Even when you quit it is still in the back of your mind. My father, grand father and great grand father had all sorts of sporting dogs. Might be a gene thing with me. I always had a good eye for a good dog/horse/or game cock.

I was awhile back just doodling on the internet. Entered some of my past dog's names and wham up they pop. From there ended up on the on line peds and on to Jack's site.

Have had several good seasoned and younger dog men offer to set me right back up. Just come pick out some pups or brood bitch. Made me feel real good to hear that. One thing I always did was take very good care of my animals. On very cold nights would worry if they were warm enough. Have gotten up late at night and put more bedding in their dog houses. LOL

Been over 40 years and still love the breed and sport. Recently I heard a bitch dog barking through the woods and across a farm field from me. Told my wife that is a P.B.T. they have a bark that is different than other breeds of dogs. I was right and no much longer started hearing puppies. Later a male brindle dog is on the yard and a few more.

This young dog man does not know that right across the field his neighbor being me had close to thirty five of those chain running yappers. LOL Have had close to eighty dogs at one time. When I see this fellow and his dog friends sitting around his house on the weekend chewing the fat. Plan to walk over and introduce myself and see what blood line they are running.

But as the Nazi Soup Kitchen guy said; No More Dogs for you (Meaning Me). Take care and good luck with the rest of your life. May God's Blessing be on You and Family.