A dog has long been the desire of my children and I had become as a child, also great with dogs. But for me was just a big dog in question, and before that my wife had too much respect. That changed when our circle of friends extended around a pair that possessed a Beautiful Collie bitch named Lady and they wanted get it fertilized once. They searched buyers for their future puppy quickly and my wife was on fire. Unfortunately, the bitch get ill and couldn't get puppies. But we walked in mind already with Lassie by the Schmölderpark, so we searched the newspaper for relevant ads and were successful. In Amern a Hobby-breeder had two puppies from the first litter of his breeding pair and sold one of them. The second he kept.
Astor was already housebroken when it became the center of our family. It developed into a picturesque and quite dominant male, that possessed obstinacy also a good deal. In the week before its Begleithunde examination it drove me to despair but on the day of examination it was the favorite dog in the world to be and cut off as valedictorian. At Astor the Begleithunde examination was important because it could be dominant over other males and had a strong hunting instinct and by then it was helpful that a loud "place" made it in 50m distance itself fall in the middle of running like a wet sack to leave. And it was nice that you could put it in Rheydt before Karstadt (at that time there was no dog regulations yet), half an hour after the CD could rummage's and was sure that Astor afterwards was exactly where you had dropped it. The breeder who was a member in IRJGV was sake we took Astor also participate in several exhibitions and it also won some trophies, but the hustle and bustle meant stress for dog and family, so we refrained. For a while, I also worked as a dog trainer in the team of the breeder, with Astor me was on hand to help.
Since my son at the time, as Astor joined us, played in the D-youth football and I coached the team, it was inevitable that Astor accompanied us every now and then. This love developed at Astor to soccer balls and it was the best training partner of my son. When René then became older and stronger and hit the ball so cleverly shielded that Astor did not come to the ball, it was found that the dog had learned the fouling and the ball conquered by pressing from behind against René's knees and it so did stumble. The love for games was also responsible for ensuring that Astor was a water rat. When it was young, we went with a group, the time to prepare met on the Begleithunde examination every week in Hardter forest to a nearby lake for swimming. All dogs accompanied their masters into the water, only the water-shy Collies that ran excitedly back and forth on the shore. Then my son took a ball into the water - that was too much for Astor. It overcame its fear and it came to us. As it tried to cling to me, I was later scratched right, but Astor felt since that day in the water well what many photos and videos testify.
Collies are, inter alia, Descendants of greyhounds, therefore good runners, so it was no problem for Astor to accompany me every morning during my runs - mostly 6km, but every now and then sometimes even 10km or 12km. And if it sometimes did not feel like it just took a shortcut and waited at the bakery by feeding on an delicious bun on me.
Astor had a heart condition, but which we learned only half a year before its death, despite the regular vet visits. Friday it had accompanied me with no visible problems while running, Saturdays it would not boot. We initially typed on hip problems in the clinic but the vets diagnosed heart failure and water in its lungs. With medication adjusted correctly, we spent a good half a year with it. On a hot summer day we had to euthanize it because it would otherwise dies of suffocation.
My first contact with the sailing I had in 1979, when students of that class 7a invited me, at its annual sailing trip to Loosdrecht (Dutch lake district), which they financed by collecting waste paper to participate. Some parents (with sailing experience) were also there and in each of the rented BM-dinghies was found at least one person who had sailing experience. Only in my BM-dinghy I was surrounded by students who knew as little about sailing as I did.
At relatively high winds we operated learning by doing, which resulted, among other things, that we, since we did not know the word to cross , some goals were headed up very close to the wind, which some stomachs got along not so good, so that our occupation after lunch break reduced greatly.
For lunch, all boats should take on an island, so docking maneuvers without moorings and to make matters worse, the shore was covered with trees and in such tree caught our main halyard. With the help of the other crews the damage could be repaired.
After the break with a reduced crew we began to understand something about sailing. We discovered the crosses as a technique to reach goals against the wind, got to know when we had to veer and ot get densely (of course without knowing the words ) and even drove a man-over-board-maneuver. However commanded us to a Dutch couple who wanted to be saved from us, otherwise we would not have succeeded in such a maneuver. The two were certainly glad that our curiosity had driven us near them, because capsizing dinghies are normal, so nobody cares. But here the sword was broken, so there was no chance to raise the boat again. The two of them were pretty cool and happy when we deposed in its harbor.
A father of this class was it that made me aware of Flatboats for school trips. 1983, after clearing some problems with the required approval, I made my first study trip on the IJsselmeer conducted some of my former LK Education and a LK geography, who joined us. The trip was a total success, ie, the students had fun and soon sailing tours were implemented more or less firmly at our school at the end of middle school.
In the early 90s I bought a large inflatable boat with sail to use it on the Lac de Sainte-Croix on vacation. Five to six adults took the boat and and could be sailed well with its large side swords and approximately 5 m² sail area.
The mid-90s I made with some other colleagues the sailing license and later the Yachtmaster coastal. When I suspended football boots on the nail because of two difficult surgeries in my right knee, I finally made sailing my hobby and bought a small cabin cruiser, a Leisure 17SL. Several years was my boat in Ophoven (Belgium) and was used regularly. Since our move to Wildenrath 2010 it stands on dry land, waiting for me to find time for this hobby. Well, one day I will retire.