NESTLE
Cimarron Chili Anasazi
NESTLE
Dec.1993-Mar.2007
He had no titles, he came with a couple of ribbons, but most of all, he came to me
with a huge heart. I had gone one day to a dalmatian breeders house, to look at
her current litter of puppies, with the intention of picking one out. While I was
there, she let in this big, liver, five year old dalmatian dog, she had taken back
from his previous owner. The lady was annoyed that all he wanted to do was
"follow" her around the house, so she gave him back to the breeder. He
immediately came over to me and nuzzled into my lap. He looked at me with his
big, sad eyes and it was love at first sight for both of us. I asked if I could take
him instead of picking a puppy. Well....he came home with me that day to stay.
He was my "Gentle Giant" who just wanted to be loved, and I did with all my
heart. There is a big hole in it now big guy. I miss tripping over you, Nestle.
I miss my brown buddy
Right,  Nestle, Ely & Bailey, waiting
for Dru to say, "Okay", so they can
eat. Ely wasn't very good at it yet!
Clockwise Top left; Pogo, 19 years
old when he died, Shasta. 13 years
old, and Sheba, 12 years old.
Right before going
into the show ring
(which he hated) in
the mid 90's. He
didn't ever finish,
because he just didn't
enjoy it. He was to
much of a gentle soul,
with his big sad eyes.
The things they put up with!
Nestle, on the right, with his two
best buds, Ely and Bailey.
Nestle and me.
This was taken in
March of 2007, on
the day I had to let
him go. We spent the
whole day nuzzled up
together and took
one last walk outside,
pictured here.