Ch. Nawshi's Vice-Count at Winsong
July 20,1997- November 16, 2008
We are deeply saddened by the passing of Ch. Nawshi's Vice-Count
Winsong (Count Sr.) Count was extremely special to Sue and they had an exceptional
bond. His face would light up every time he saw Sue. About 10 minutes before Sue would arrive home, Count would walk
down the driveway to wait for her. The driveway is very steep so it was a difficult walk for an old chow, however he was eager
for his mom to come home.
In 1997 Sue imported Count's mom, Nawshi's Classic Design (Classy),
from Canada courtesy of Audra Dobrowney. His father was Nawshi's Joy For Moshaa. He was every bit a "Momma's boy,"
adoring Sue and doing anything she asked of him. Count carried himself with an air of dignity and elegance.
Sue finished his championship as well as working in obedience with Count, not that he particularly enjoyed it, but "Mom" asked
it of him.
Count spent his afternoons loose on the property with his old friend
Zippy, in addition to visiting friends in the kennel. He loved talking dog toys, eating chicken strips, and fine dinners of
rotisserie lemon pepper chicken with kibble. Count was a natural breeder & would alert Sue to the right time to breed
the girls; he was just as accurate as a progesterone test, if not more. Even at his slow pace Count could move at
an alarming speed to try to catch the young girls in season as they walked by on a leash.
He is survived by his wife Lovie, the mother of his legitimate children,
including "Baby" Countie and Chunky Monkey. Count and Lovie produced the most wonderful kids. In addition to being
gorgeous, all have exceptional temperaments & adore their "moms."
Count also leaves behind his mistress, Yetty. They produced several
children after a late night rendezvous in the orchard, including Leah & Louie.
The Last Battle
If it should be that I grow frail and weak and pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must
be done, for this -- the last battle -- can't be won.
You will be sad I understand, but don't let grief then stay your
For on this day, more than the rest, your love and friendship must stand the test.
We have had so many happy years, you wouldn't want me to suffer
When the time comes, please, let me go. Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the
end. And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see. I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness
you do to me. Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved. Don't grieve that it must
Who has to decide this thing to do;
We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart
hold any tears.