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SUvCH NUvCH SvCH FC Hound's Kashmir

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Male
Born: May 23, 1997 in Sweden
Died: November 27, 2011
Breeder: Marie Gadolin
Weight: 20 pounds

Sire: IntNordUvCH NordV85 Nuits Sirocco
Dam: IntNordUvCH Hound's Headline
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Kasi
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In 2000, Kaye Middler of Tudox dachshunds in Michigan emailed me with the website of a breeder in Sweden whose dogs Kaye thought I might like. She was right! The kennel was Hound's, and the breeder's name is Marie Gadolin. Especially intrigued by the photos of a dog named Hound's Kashmir and his mother Hound's Headline, I wrote to Marie whose English is, thankfully, excellent. We corresponded off and on for two years. Marie readily answered my questions and occasionally sent news or photos of her dogs and their ancestors. Interestingly, I learned that Nuit's Sirocco was 13 years old when he produced the litter of Kashmir and his three littermates. Marie said she had used him to preserve some of the best old longhaired hunting lines in Scandinavia. 

Then, in the spring of 2002, Marie wrote and asked if I would be interested in having Kashmir, just turned five years old. Yes, I would! My N litter, born in March, 2002, had produced a male puppy Marie was interested in, too. At the end of July after all the immunizations, incubation periods, and paperwork were completed, "Nick" flew to Denmark from New Jersey on the same day that "Kasi" arrived from Sweden. Two people, one on each side of the Atlantic, helped a lot with this exchange. Kellye Slatton, who at the time lived 30 minutes from Newark International Airport, very graciously offered to let me stay with her human and dachshund family during my adventure of sending and receiving dogs overseas. The other person was Finn Dupont, a friend of Marie's and longhaired dachshund breeder who agreed to house Nick in Denmark for the requisite 6-months quarantine before Nick could go to Sweden. It all worked out and the exchange was beneficial beyond what I had hoped.

Kasi was an enigma. On one hand, he was energetic, enthusiastic, and vocal. On the other hand, he was patient, calm, and quiet. I referred to him as my 'farm shepherd' dachshund. He was the most naturally obedient dog I have ever had, with no agenda of his own. He had the run of my acreage and he took his responsibilities seriously. He patrolled around outside the house as faithfully as a soldier and would lie on the porch for hours, head up and watching, quiet but alert. He instantly ran deer off the lawn into the field or woods but did not chase them further. The first time I witnessed this, I was aghast. What kind of respectable dachshund does not chase deer? Then I understand this behavior and I appreciated it. Kasi only went into the woods when I went into the woods. I liked that!

He finished his Field Champion title in four trials with two wins and two Best Open awards. I did not run him in the Field Champion class as I had Field Champion males with more competitive natures. One of them is Owl, Kasi's son, from the only litter Kasi sired here in the States. That litter produced some outstanding performers.

Kasi, my red-headed Swede, died November 27, 2011. I loved his character, especially after I became familiar with all the nuances. I loved his size (20 lbs). I loved his moderate length and station, he was not built like a skateboard. I am so thankful for his US offspring, the Dorndorf O litter.

My other dogs spend time in the kennel but Kasi was constantly with me in the house from the day I brought him home from the Newark, NJ airport. He always slept in my bedroom. When I got home from work that Sunday night, he was lying on his blanket in my room as usual. I thought at first he was sleeping deeply, as old dogs do. But he was dead. I don't know what killed him and I will never know. I buried him in the woods the next day. He was an old 14.5 for a dachshund. His passing was better for him. But everywhere I go in this house, I expect him to be there. You all know how that is.

Rest in peace, my dear old friend. Be waiting for me at the gate.

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