The Flatwater Place


Deep in the lowlands of the Salt Valley of scenic Eastern Nebraska lies the confines of the Flatwater kennel. This lavish, state of the art acreage consists of a donkey and mule pen attached to a long ago forgotten milk house which is now converted into a stable barn., a faded red corn crib which has a distinct list to the north, a large metal shed which used to house machinery and now protects the floats used in the local yearly Christmas parade, the original homestead frame house crumbling on it's foundation and a double wide trailer filled with 4 Bloodhounds, a husky (dec. 7/3/97), a greyhound, 2 cats, a French Bulldog (the newest addition) and me. There are trees and fences, a small creek and weeds and even some grass here and there--but not in the back yard where the Bloodhounds play.

I came by my insanity quite honestly. I saw a little wrinkly-faced puppy at the local Humane Society in 1982. I had to have him. His name was Dan and he was to become my best friend. I decided when he was 4 years old that I wanted to get a show dog and it had to be a Bloodhound. My first one was named Sadie (Sherick's Flatwater Sadie) and she much preferred to trail, just as she was bred to do. My second one was Pride (CH Sherick's Pride of Flatwater) and she much preferred to sleep on the couch. My third one, Webster (CH Sherick's Webster Dulittle), preferred to be a lady's man. Then came Ashley (CH Sherick-Flatwater Prairiefire), my first home-bred champion--you'll hear more about her later. The last one for now is Stoni (Shericks-Flatwatr Flintstone). I'm afraid I bred her too. Stoni is a story all on her own with her towel eating fetish, her stubborn streak a mile long and her goal in life which is to make a fool of me in the show ring, or anywhere else for that matter.

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