I forgot to add that my daughter took care of these last two, Sparks and Neeks, she wanted too and wanted too do so by herself. Im proud of her and also know she really took a hard hit of pain doing so because I have been there with dogs from a previous "pack" as well as Hobbs and Laval from this "pack", they were the alfa pair and died first. My daughter saved me a undescribalbe amount of grief, I'd be a basket case now otherwise. The day I put Bubbs (Hobbs) down a nice size piece of me floated away with him. Our life primarily evolved around this bunch since 96 when my daughter was just 6 yrs old, we did alot of traveling and trail miles with the team as well as the rotation of "dogs night in the house". Watching their interaction as a pack in the excersize pen and everything. Such is the life of a "dogman".
I have one left I adopted a year ago in the fall, hes 9 years old, sable/white (red).. named Doc, he came from a friend who replaced his Mals with racing dogs. Now its just Doc and I living here and there will be no others, I just cant do it or go through it anymore. I help my friend condition his dogs 4-5 times a season and I even get too much of a relationship going on with them as well, its been that way since I was quite young but for the most part only like non aggressive large breeds.