Jack The Lad Of Kenstaff – Tuti

Some notes about our “Tüti”

Tüti’s real name was Jack the Lad of Kenstaff, a wonderful Golden male dog. The vaccination record however says. Colour: Isabell Born on June 4 1975 at Kennel-Club England (source also vaccination passport), we bought Jack after we moved to Bavaria and because we wanted a friend and companion for Billy (see my article about Bill von Horstereck). My father took me with him to a breeder located nearby in Bavaria as he wanted me to choose one of the dogs for Billy. Jack immediately catched my eye because he was the cutest little puppy thing I had ever seen at that time (I was a 11 year old boy). Of course Jack was a bit shy with only 2 months old, but very very friendly and nice. We had a deep connection within minutes. So my father bought him and we surprised Billy with a new friend!

Billy was very happy but played with Tüti in the garden (it was winter) rudely: he knocked Jack from his legs with a swift push and “laughed” as Jack wanted to get up, but then Billy would do that again and again. He obviously had fun with this little guy falling so easily. But Tüti got up again and again and again until Billy finally accepted him 100% and from then on they became the biggest friends imaginable. Tüti was approx. 72cm tall, beautiful with black mask and a wonderful light brown saddle. He was a fast runner but his character was very different from Billy: far gentler, noble, sublime and a tad less extroverted than Billy and by far not so wild and primeval as his older friend. The biggest characteristic and difference to Billy was, that Tüti was a regular (and good) howler and singer. He sung nearly every day of his life. It often started with a short aaaaa-uuuuuuu-aaaaaa. But he repeated that howl and extended it adding some melismas at the end e.g. like aaa-uuuuuuuuuuuuuu-aaa-uu-auu-aaaaaa—uuuuu-aaaahhhhhh. It was a deeply rooted means to express himself. It was so intense (but never nerving) – he began to sing as a puppy – that he got that nickname Tüti very soon. It stems from to toot. Of course Billy often joined him, but wasn’t so talented Billy and Tüti had much fun together and they played and ran together even at 10 (and 8, Tüti was two years younger than Billy) years old.

In 1976 (January to early April) my parents, me and our two Afghan dogs went due to business relocation of my father to Benghazi, Libya. The travel by plane was terrible for both of them: “boxed” for several hours into the cargo room! But it was great having them with us there in this strange country. We experienced the winter sand storm “Gibli” and all the wild, undomesticated street dogs avoided us when we had the two dogs on the leash having a walk outside. One thing was very interesting as we often went to the beach: Billy had a very hard time running in the sand dunes (as he was a mountain Afghan) but Tüti (Jack) had a blast: nearly flew over the dunes like if it were nothing and enjoyed the heat also. Tüti obviously was a steppe/lowlands Afghan hound, he never took such dangerous jumps and chances like Billy did. But when there was an open, plain field he ran like hell and was really very very fast.

One thing besides his wonderful character is worth mentioning: Tüti never had a severe sickness or an accident. He was the healthiest dog we ever had, also very robust and very much outside in the garden, was it hot summer or super cold winter. As Tüti was chosen by me, I always felt that he was like a brother to me. I loved them both very very much, but to be honest: Tüti’s loss as he died probably from a mild stroke at the end of the 80ies (some years after Billy again in the arms of my mother at home) was harder for me. And the relaxed and tiny bit reserved nobility of his look and character he has no peer until today. But he also had temperament and energy. The best Afghan hound you can ever imagine. Like Billy, Tüti was never mated as my parents didn’t want to become breeder


Author: Robert von Heeren, privat@robertvonheeren.de, Germany, June 18 2014