It was in the wee hours of Sept. 13th 1992, during a Mary Tyler Moore marathon, that I brought a little white boy with a substantial brindle eye patch, into the world.

"We'll call him Floyd", I announced to my daughter-in-law, Sandi. She readily agreed.

He was the son of the incredibly handsome, specialty winning Malvern Morgan, a strapping 70lb brindle boy who was as sweet and gentle as he could be.

Floyd's mother, Rebecca (Thwackum Cobweb, named after a fairy in Midsummer Night's Dream), was a lovely white girl, gentle and demure, who had the most caring temperament one could ask for.

It was no wonder this boy would turn into a sensitive, compliant companion one could take anywhere on or off lead, and Mike did.

Floyd was our club's chief ambassador, always ready to take on the public. He showed them that a good bully could be had with training and a lot of love, which he received in full measure from both Mike and Traci.

He was Mike's constant companion and his very best friend.

He was the best dog I ever had the pleasure of training and I am very proud to say that I bred him. We let him go this morning at the noble age of 13 yrs. 13 days. I brought him into this world and was grateful to be with him when he left for his next big adventure. We love you Floydee - Toydee and will be with you again, I'm certain.

Cheryl L. Yost September 26, 2005