Cippy

Pluuster Bear's Chicken Tonight

27 November 1999 ~ 28 January 2015

Cippy

We spent 15 years, more than half my life, together, it truly is the end of an era.

Our first beardie. The start of a wonderful hobby that grew into a passion that has given us so much joy and so many wonderful dogs. The start of a passion through which we have made some very dear friends, for which we have travelled far and wide. And it all started with this unique fawn girl. She opened a whole new world to us and for that we will be eternally greatful.

However, Cippy was so much more than just our first beardie. She was one of a kind. 

A real live wire, extremely excitable, she loved to chase our cats, or cyclists that passed our garden. She loved to bark, at cars, cyclists, the cats, the neighbours, the letter carriers, other dogs. She also loved to bark while playing, and she loved to play. Whatever she was doing she was 100 percent focused and always gave her all. We had some fun times in the show ring, where (not surprisingly) she also loved to bark.

Cippy at 10 and 11 years old

I cannot say she was always easy, she could be a real handful. She was incredibly confident and headstrong, but we always had so much fun together. I remember her antics with fondness and she will always be very special to me.

15 years old: