Dear Lyng

Thanks for everything you taught me about training, dogsports and everything else. Thanks for all the times you came to comfort me when life was a little bad, and only when you saw that I was a mess. Thanks for all the ideas you came up with to make me laugh. Thank you for always putting 150% in everything you did. Thanks for all the wonderful trips we've been on, on the mountain and when we traveled around. Thanks for all the experiences we have had. Thank you for looking after me when I was not able to take care of myself. Thank you for being the one you were and that you spread so much joy around you. Thanks for the four years I got to spend with you. Thank you so much for being my best friend!

Lyng was my dog, an easy going dog. He was the guardian of the house. He was a sosial dog, or as I use to say; he had a lot of figurantinterest for searchtraining. He was easy to travel with, and did take everything new easy.

Lyng was a independent boy, and loved activities like tracking, searching, agility, skijouring/sledding and hiking in the mountains, but he enjoyed training wery much and was happy to do everything. He was a wery fun boy to live with, and did everything with a lot of eager. Although he was independent, he was also easy to handle, and at home he was not selfish. Then he was working and cared for me. And he warned me if things were not as they should. He learned him self to warn me before I got a big drop in my bloodsugar.

He was a wery helthy boy and was never sick, until he got an injury in fall 2009 that was to painful for him to live with.

Lyng and me have tried activities like agility, obedience, tracking, searching (nordic program), freestyle, ralley obedience, lure coursing, bloodtracking, special search, herding (sheep and reindeers), IPO, skijouring, sledding (he have been sledding with 8, 12 and 16 dogs in the team), and he was my private servicedog when I needed help.

Lyng’s name

When it was decidet that I was going to get an red merle puppy, it was time to find a name. He is born in the autumn, and since it’s my favorite season, it had to be a name that fits autumn. After a trip in the forest I found out that the red colour on the heather would fit a red merle dog. And so my puppy was named ”Lyng”, that means heather.