A young guy I met some years ago was heavy into the chickens. He had made a name for himself with the birds and then it gravitated to the dogs. He did some research, went to the active camps and bought dogs bred really well. Some grown dogs and some younger dogs. He had amassed quite the collection to start with. Every day for a week a young female dog was digging at his fence to play with his dogs. She was about 6 months old. He carried her home. Finally the neighbor told him her son had dropped him off on her and she could not keep her in a pen and did not like the idea of a chain. She offered him the dog, with two bags of feed, a 10X10 kennels, a igloo house and a set of papers. She grew up and got a chance like any other. She stopped everything close to her weight on his yard and everyone else around here too. He was on a path of rolling her to death. An older dog man told him to put her on the chain and call her weight. He did so. The first was a RIP win in :25. The second was the same in about :40. The third was about :45 and expired immediately afterwards. Her fourth was a :25 pick up as it was obvious. This bitch was bred to four really nice stud dogs, dogs that had produced previously and afterwards. She never produced the first bulldog. The reason was her breeding. If you name a bloodline she had it. A guy would have to go way out of his way to get that many famous dogs in one pedigree. She had Bullet to Redboy dogs. She had Frisco to Eli dogs. She had Molly Bee to Mims. She had Kalus Zeke way back as well. Alligator as well. She was a who's who of the dog world. She was such a good bitch i would have bred her hoping for one out of seven but at the same time knowing the odds were most definitely not in my favor. I raised two off her that did not pan out. But like most, I was hoping instead of thinking. EWO