Rupert

Rupert is the dog I would keep if I could keep only one. He is a richly marked Blenheim of eighteen pounds with a large, dark, round eye, a correct scissors bite, long well-feathered ears and the easy, reaching side gait that is harder to breed than it looks. He finished his championship at two with three majors and his Grand Championship the following spring, owner-handled throughout. He is a son of our retired Tilly, who was still heart-clear at eight, and his sire was clear at seven. Rupert's own cardiologist examination in March 2026, at five years old, found no murmur and a normal echocardiogram. He was MRI screened at three and a half with no syrinx. In the house he is quiet, biddable and slightly vain about his ears. His puppies have so far taken his front, his eye and his habit of carrying something soft to the door when visitors arrive.