Turbo Breese

April 1995 - 27th November 2001

We went to buy an 8 week-old brindle, staffy pup but chose a 12 week-old black, white and spotted staffy/heeler puppy instead. She was all alone in a cage. She was a reject. Her first owner had returned her unwanted. We couldn't resist her funny patched face and trusting eyes and we brought her home. She had chosen us. Turbo gave us six years of pleasure, companionship and a few headaches (she was a keen gardener as a pup!). Everyone loved Turbo with her infectious grin and her knack of finding just the right spot to lean against you, which would ensure a good stroke and a pat. She was too clever to chase after balls but a good game of tug o' war was a favorite. I remember one of the special things about Turbo…. I guess it was the staffy in her, but she 'talked' and would respond however she could to any question put to her. We encouraged her to say please when she wanted her dinner, a biscuit or other treat. One day we had friends around and were sitting on the veranda. My husband offered the biscuit plate to someone and asked, "Do you want one?" From the other side of the garden came an answering "Woof!" As you can imagine, we all roared with laughter and of course, Turbo had to have her biscuit after that! When she became ill, she stoically and trustingly obliged us by accepting all the treatments we were using to hopefully keep her alive a little longer. We hoped for a cure. One day we realized it was not fair to Turbo. We made the difficult decision to help her out of her pain and suffering. She became free; we still miss her dreadfully. She was buried at home in the garden.

Forever a beautiful memory.

Gail and Dave Breese