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O'Henry The Great Troublemaker

O'Henry is my first dog and definitely one of the "once in a lifetime" Briards. He came to us one fall day in 1998 as a funny, warm, cuddly fur toy and, although he did grow in size (all the way to 27 1/2 inches at the shoulder and 100 lbs of sheer power), he never really changed. You can read Liz's story of our Henry in our Hall of Fame page, but for my family his story has a few more twists. Henry was our first in many ways. He was our first dog, our first Briard, our first producer... He was also our first Briard love. Oh and what LOVE it is!  This magnificent boy gave us so much! He has enriched our life with so much laughter and so much warmth. He gave us a new passion and brought into our life new fabulous friends. He sired magnificent children and he convinced me that he and I must hike in the woods every day for at least an hour (which is something my husband is still incredulous about).

Henry was never a show dog and he never received any official titles (his children are doing it for him), but he did once receive the unofficial title of The Troublemaker and it stuck. He certainly lived up to that title!!! Be careful what you name your puppy. Henry is the living example that dogs do live up to their names.

The picture you see here is a very fare representation of our clown Henry.

He loved to make us laugh. Ever since he learned that he can impress people with his two-legged sit, he never really returned to walking on all fours...... My husband still lovingly calls Henry our “missing link”.

Henry, it was a pleasure to be owned by you.

Henry patiently waits while baby Anka is learning to grab the Jolly ball.

11 1/2 year old Grandpa Henry resting on the front porch.

Henry left us a few months shy of 12 and he will always live in our hearts....



Am. Ch and BISS Fr. Ch Briardale Une Singe De Terroir

For some reason also known in Europe as

Briardale Un Singe En Hiver

American Select 2004

French Select 2006

Winner - Best Briard, French Nationale 2006

OFA Hips Good, Elbows, Patellas Normal, Thyroid Normal, CSNB Clear

French Temperament test - 18

Anka is my first "homemade" Champion and the reason I actually began thinking of truly becoming a breeder. My reasons for producing a "Henry litter" were private. I simply wanted to make sure that I have something of this magnificent boy when the time comes to say "goodbye".

Then Anka became ANKA. From that point on I began thinking that this girl, just like her brother Boston, should leave her mark on the breed and I realized that I wanted to be a part of that. You can read Anka's story in our Hall of Fame page.


All I want to say on this page is that Anka became an American Champion at the age of 12 months with 5 majors, all owner handled. 

At the age of 18 months she went Select at the 2004 American Rass and at the age of 4 she won the French National Specialty 2006 and later a Regional specialty also in France. In both French shows Anka was handled by Annie Tabutaud.

Anka has a spectacular temperament. She is confident, loyal and very affectionate. She is also very curious (just like her mom TiChou). My husband fondly calls her our "control freak" because nothing ever happens in our house without Anka's patrol. She definitely likes to be the center of attention and often competes with her daddy Henry for our laughter and our affection. She loves to play with her Jolly ball, especially when children are involved in the game. She inherited her father's love for this toy and care with which she plays with humans.

On her French temperament test she received 18 out of 20 possible points. She took this test a day after her first ever plane ride and without any prior preparation. The last two points of the test were not given to her because she did not attack an aggressive stranger who opened an umbrella in her face. She looked at me, saw that I was OK and just stood there looking at the stranger and his umbrella, waiting for him to pass.

As always, she made me really proud.



Briardale's Dutchman (Dutch)

son of Anka and Milo  

Dutch was the last to be born in the much awaited litter of 8. He was born right into my hands, a big, solid chunk of a puppy and from that moment on -  he was mine. I do not know exactly what made me feel that this puppy is the one I was going to keep from the litter... but every day, as the puppies were getting bigger my attachment to this particular puppy grew. I somehow felt that he was going to be a very special dog. He did not disappoint.

The first glimpses of his future character were showing up here and there while he was still a youngster. I have collected many Dutch stories over the last 5 years. Here is a typical Dutch story that stands out in my memory.

When he turned about 3-4 months old I bought him a “Bad Cuz”. It is the toy that makes a horrid noise when squished .

One day of that first summer of Dutch's life, my husband and I decided to have dinner on our porch (the evening was spectacular). My husband opened a bottle of wonderful wine, insects were buzzing, light breeze was whispering in the grass… It was the kind of balmy, quiet summer evening that one usually thinks of when one remembers summers…

We brought all the food out and set down to eat. The dogs settled by our feet. I completely forgot about the blasted toy and damage control…Suddenly, as my husband took the first sip of wine, the air was torn apart by an ear splitting squeak. The poor man almost chocked and in a thunderous voice yelled “what the %@# is this?!!!!”   He looked under the table. Dutch was laying there with this huge proud grin on his face. The toy was laying right next to him. My husband pointed to the toy and growled at Dutch: “get it and yourself out of here!!!”. I was hiding my laughter and watching… Dutch actually grabbed the toy and ran outside about  25-30 feet plopped on the grass and began squeezing the toy like mad. My husband yelled: “not far enough!!!”. Dutch ran to almost the end of the yard and continued there… I was now openly laughing out loud and managed to say: ”You really think he understands what you are yelling? Stop it!!” He turned to me with: “He better understand me!” and then he launched into a long tirade about ...well you can imagine…   

I basically have heard it all before, and know that it’s all  bark and no bite, so I just kept dressing the salad… A few seconds later Dutch showed up back on the porch with the toy in his mouth. My husband looked at him and said: “Don’t you even dare!!!”. Dutch plopped happily at his feet and sat there very quietly for a few minutes. Then, suddenly he launched back out ran all the way to the end of the yard, squeezed the toy in gushes of rapid staccato ran back to the porch and plopped at my husband’s feet..  He looked at me and, frankly, the expression on my face was not any better than on his…I shook my head and said to him: “ this is just a coincidence”. We continued eating but we could not really concentrate on any conversation. We were just waiting to see if Dutch will do a repeat performance. He did not disappoint us. A few minutes later he rocketed back out again and did exactly the same thing. I must say that the rest of the meal was all about Dutch entertaining us.. We completely lost track of our conversation and just waited for these hilarious bursts of his. It was so unbelievable and funny that there was not much else that we could talk about…

He grew up to be the dog I dreamed about all of my life. In some ways it is a blessing and in some ways a curse. I now truly understand the saying: be careful what you wish for - you might get it....

An adult Dutch has the personality and the temperament of the old world Briard. He lives to work.

A dog like Dutch takes life and his duty in it very seriously. He trusts his human leader completely and gives his loyalty without holding anything back. Such dog makes a diligent investment of himself into your happiness and expects clear communication and fairness from you, because he does his part by listening and watching, and attentively trying to understand you and your wishes. He will be deeply disappointed and wounded if he feels that his trust and loyalty were betrayed. He can endure all kinds of unpleasantness from you as long as there is a good reason for it and as long as you communicate the reason to him clearly. He expects loyalty and fairness back from his owner for the service that he makes every attempt to provide…. Once you break that kind of trust  - it will be very hard to get it back from a dog like him.

Doing something for me is his hourly preoccupation. Unfortunately for him - I do not own sheep and cannot possibly come up with enough work to keep him satisfied. Having a dog with that kind of temperament without work - is not ideal. He is constantly looking for something to do.

 Luckily enough - he is innately loyal and really does want to please me, so turned out to be creative about looking for work in very practical ways.  

 Here are a few more of Dutch stories:




...When the storm began in the south and we were just beginning to get some occasional gusts of wind, one of my gates blew open. Dutch was outside. My house is not far from the road and the back yard is always blocked off by the fence. I was in my office. Suddenly I hear Dutch’s ‘we have a problem’ call from a direction where I cannot possibly hear my dog (dogs usually have different types of voice and call for different situations).

Apparently, when the gate blew open, Dutch ran around the house to the window where I would hear him bark and called me. I ran out and he ran back around the house and met me at the open gate. I closed the gate and tied both gates with heavy rope to keep them locked in the storm. Dutch ‘helped’ by sniffing the rope as I was tying it… Storm raged and Dutch kept watching. He looked to be on high alert.

A few days later, I had to get a small generator, because living without electricity for a week may be possible, but the many lbs of newly prepared dog food in my basement freezer was going to rot.  When the generator was first started in our front yard, Dutch stood by the window and watched it. He kept coming back watching it every half hour or so… After about 2.5 hours the generator began to choke (when running out of gas) and finally died. Dutch watched us running out of the house and filling the generator with gas, then turning it on again. About 2.5 hours later Dutch ran to the kitchen and began to call me the same way he does when my food is burning. I followed him. He brought me to the window where I could see and hear the generator – it was just beginning to choke again. Dutch already, from the first time, knew that it was not how it is supposed to be and alarmed me. We filled the gas and that is how it went for the next few days. Dutch called me EVERY time before I could even hear the generator choking.

 Finally, 5 days after the storm began, electricity came back on…. I saw a change come over Dutch. He rapidly relaxed, found one of his old ‘cuz’ toys and began playing with it. He continued to blissfully play with that toy, by himself for 2.5 hours. This is something he has not done in a few years. He was looking so happy that I suddenly realized that all this week he was actually ‘on guard’ and now finally felt free to let go and have some fun. He was celebrating…




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Briardale's Debutante

daughter of Anka and Milo  


Briardale's Dolcetto

daughter of Anka and Milo  


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