Black Sun Kennels - Belgian Malinois History

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Roni's History with Belgian Malinois

By Roni Braendle

On April 19, 1993 Anne-Marie Zehenpfenning in Belgian, was standing by, waiting, listening, the heavy panting had stopped. In the whelping box her Belgian Malinois Sheila NHSB 1452669 [KNPV] PH 1 Met lof,

Sire : G’Vitou des Deux Pottois LOSH 476115 French Ring 1,

Dam: Debora NHSB 1078641 [KNPV] PH1 Met lof

was getting ready to whelp.

The Sire, to these pups being born, was a young upcoming French Malinois named Elgos du Chemin des Plaines LOF1 18008/2780.

Sire: Bass de la Noaillerie LOF1 12918/2239, FRENCH Ring 111, and

Dam: Vera de la Fontaine du Buis LOF1 10305/1695.

At that time, who was to know that Elgos would go down in history as a “Living Legend” He would become a 3 time World Champion and Vice Champion in Mondio Ring, a French Ring 111 Champion, and a Belgian Ring 1. It has been said that Elgos has sired more Working Champions and working dogs then any other dog in history.

At that moment, fate and destiny was set, it would affect many people around the world. From this litter 5 males were born.

Kukay’s Roy, first owned by a guy in Holland, later sold to a police handler in California.

Kukay’s Ric, first owned by a sports handler in Germany, later sold to the U.S. for police work, a big strong dog.

Kukay’s Ringo, first owned by a well known I.P.O. Judge in Holland, and titled in I.P.O.-3

Kukay’s Rosco, owned in Belgium, titled in Mondio Ring 3, participant in World Championship Mondio Ring. Later sold to the U.S. All dogs in this litter was very open minded, all though Kukay’s Ric was not so friendly, probably it also had to do with his growing up and

Kukay’s Rex who was destined to win the hearts of people he was yet to meet from different countries.

H.M.Bos, in the Netherlands, from the Province of Zeeland, became the owner of this young dog, and started his training for K.N.P.V.

In North Carolina U.S.A Jerry Bradshaw was establishing Tarheel Canine

In San Antonio, Texas U.S.A. Roni Braendle had just quit her job working in a veterinary hospital to become a partner in Eagle K9, training police dogs, detectors dogs and obedience. She already owned Blacksun Kennels but was only breeding German Shepherds.

Tarheel Canine was becoming know for its Belgian Malinois.

In 1994 Roni Braendle had been introduced to her first Belgian Malinois. In order to have dogs to train that would make the “cut” as police dogs and detector dogs, Roni convinced her partner to buy some Belgian Malinois. They took three males on consignment and bought one male named “Alex”

As fate would have it Eagle Canine was having problems and Roni and her partner decided to dissolve the business. Roni was still owed money and the only thing left of value was the remaining Belgian Malinios “Alex”. She decided to take him in lieu of the cash.

H.M. BOS’S training paid off, on July 1, 1996, Kukay’s Rex earned his PH1 Met lof, with a score of 431.

Roni continued to train Alex in bite-work, and he showed a great ability in Tracking.

She got a Malinois female named Mitoi V Littenhaus . In Oct. 1996 Blacksun Kennel had its first litter of Malinois puppies. Roni kept all but one of the pups to raise, train and to establish her breeding program. Of the four females kept back, one “Blacksun Charka” call name “Joel” showed a lot of promise in scent work. She was trained as a narcotic detection dog. She was to be sold, but sometimes fate and the feelings in a person’s heart take over. The bond between dog and human was stronger then the money. Roni’s beloved Joel would not be sold, and Joel needed another job to do. Joel was crossed trained to do Search and Rescue, Live Scent, Trailing. From the first track laid for her, she was a natural.

On May 6, 1997, H.M. Bos and Kukay’s Rex had earned his PH11 Met lof with a score of 452, and later picked for the Regional Select Kukays Rex earning a 470 score.

Kulay’s Rex was bred to the following females before he was imported to the U.S. There may have been other but I have no documentation on them.

Cora van Quirijneri [NHSB 1875799 Produced Chakka Van Quirijnen

Tara van Quirijneri [NHSB 187597 produced

Lady v.d. Slotjesveld who produced

Robby v.d. Lobo Hoeve [Police dog],

Tigra v.d. Lobo Hoeve [I.P.O],

Arco v.d.Lobo Hoeve [Cadaver dog],

Rico v.d.Lobo Hoeve [Police Dog ]

and Hak v.d. Lobo Hoeve [I.P.O] owned by Blacksun Kennel

Gwinny produced Lissy PH 1

Djenna [NHSB 1671710] produced Ludo Perle de Tourbiere IPO 111

Sentina v.d. Berlex-Hoeve produced Vigor V.D. Berlex-Hoeve and Viola V.D. Berlex-Hoeve. This brother and sister has been in the IPO World Championship at least 3 times.

Geisha produced Kukay’s Vika a Ring dog from Belgian owned by Annemaria Zehenpfenning Kukay’s Rex breeder

Whitney Perle de Tourbiere produced J’dani Perle de Tourbiere PH 11

There are many offsprings of Kukay’s Rex that I have no documentation on.

Roni and Joel are doing what they love, being a team, searching for lost and missing people.

Jerry Bradshaw of Tarheel Canine had bought Kukay’s Rex PH1 Met lof, Ph2 Met lof imported him to the U.S.A. to be used in his breeding program.

Blacksun Kennel was growing. The decision was made to buy a young male malinois to be trained for Schutzhund and to be bred to the females Roni was raising. After a lot of research, Jerry Bradshaw of Tarheel Canine was contacted, and in 1998 Blacksun Kennel had a new prospect to raise and train.

His name Mascara Negra De Zorro, Spanish for “Black Mask of Zorro”

SIRE: Hycko Perle De Tourbiere SchH 3

Dam:Terry v.d.Maas Niers Vallei

In 1998 Roni was thinking about the need for a Search And Rescue Team in San Antonio, and training “Zorro” for Schutzhund. In Jan.1999 she founded San Antonio’s Blacksun Search and Rescue Canine Team

The year of 2000 fate again would play a part in the lives of Roni Braendle and Jerry Bradshaw. On a hot day in Texas a call came in for a missing child to San Antonio’s Blacksun Search and Rescue Team. Roni knew from the call that she and “Joel” would probably be gone all day and most of the night searching. “Joel” and “Zorro” lived in the house with her and there was no one to let “Zorro” out. So she made a decision that will haunt her for the rest of her life. She put him in the outside kennel. As she was driving off, she could see him jumping up so high that he was clearing the top of the 5 foot concrete wall that separated the kennel runs. The search lasted until early the next morning, and when Roni got home and went to the kennel to let “Zorro” out. All she seen was a water bucket turned over and her dog unable to stand up. Picking him up in her arms and rushing to the truck, she uttered a prayer for her dog. At the Veterinarian Hospital his temperature was taken and it was 107 degrees. He was packed in ice and on I.V. fluids. In the next hour his temperature only dropped to 106 degrees. He raised his head and looked right at her, made a sound that she will never forget. His heart stopped, he was gone.

Time was passing, the females was old enough to be bred and was due to come into their cycle anytime. Roni had to make a decision, either to pass on breeding or try to find another male. She really didn’t have the money to buy another dog, but had a friend, who said he would loan her the money if she found one. Again Jerry Bradshaw was called and asked if he had any young males for sale. He had three, two of breeding age, but out of the price range she could afford. The other one an 11 month son of “Kukay’s Rex” PH11 Met lof out of “Terry v.d. Mass Niers Vallei” [“Zorro’s” Dam]. Jerry said that this pup had been sold as a baby but his owner had returned him because he could not handle him, and his kennel help would not go into this dogs kennel. Asked if I was sure I wanted him. The deal was made, and “Victor” renamed “Blacksun Victor” made the trip to Texas and his new home. Up to this point in this story I have been referring to Roni as a person I was writing about. I am Roni, and being a dog trainer for many years, never prepared me for the experience that I faced with this dog. On the trip back to Texas I didn’t take “Victor” out of his crate, if I had, I probably would have turned around and headed back to North Carolina, to give him back to Jerry Bradshaw. Once back home I was to find out real fast the difference of sports dogs we have here in the States and a dog that came from the K.N.P.V. lines. “Victor” was an untrained, 11 month old, full of himself, ready and willing to take on the world if he had to.

The first month was spent seeing which one of us would give up. I had no intentions of letting this young male get the best of me. He spent his time seeing how many holes he could put into my arms and breasts. The worst was getting him out of his Kennel, I kept him in the house, and he had to be turned out. When I went to let him out, he would charge me coming out of the crate, and at least twice a day I got a new piercing either in my breasts or on my arms, I slammed the crate door in his face so many times I broke the crate. I would use a noose to snag him as he charged the door, but all I succeeded in doing was to teach him to walk on his hind legs still giving me a few more holes. I guess, I choked him with the leash so many times, I was afraid I was going to hurt his trachea .I called Jerry and told him that this dog had a new name, “Tarheel Tornado” but I wasn’t willing to give up on him. Getting him in his crate was a whole new story, he didn’t want to go in, so I would grab his collar, try to force him in. He would spin, and catch my fingers and twist the collar, darn near breaking them. I was experiencing something else with this dog, when we were outside, he would be right beside me, if I set down, he was setting right by me. If I left him in the yard and stepped outside of the fence, it is 6 foot, he would just hop over it and run up right to my side. If a dog can smile, he did, he was real proud of himself. A bond was forming between us.

I had no intentions of training him for Trials. Called Jerry Bradshaw again and asked if this dog had any kind of training, was told that he had been imprinted on a “ tug rag” as a baby but nothing else. I stopped fighting him and started giving him a job to do. Obedience was easy for him, because he was doing something with me. I worked him on the sleeve a little myself, but had not put him on a Helper.

The day finally came to work with a Helper, I had never used this guy before, and he is about 6 ft. and around 200 lbs. I explained that this was a young dog, never been worked before. Well, we live and learn. Maybe he didn’t understand that this was a Green dog, never worked a Helper before, or didn’t hear me. Or just didn’t care.

I know dogs can pick up vibes from their handlers, but what happened next surprised me. I put a wide flat collar on him, and out the door we went. As I came thru the yard toward the arena, this guy started toward us and as we came thru the gate he started popping a whip real loud and yelling, waving his arms like a mad man. What happened next was genetic and breeding. This dog has no formal training, never in his life faced someone coming at him head on, in a threatening way. It was set in motion; I couldn’t stop what was about to happen. My “Tarheel Tornado” launched himself, almost putting my face in the dirt, and landed right on that man’s chest with a mouth full of his shoulder, balancing himself with his back legs on the mans stomach. I don’t know who was more surprised the Helper or me.

It was over as fast as it started; with a tug on the collar “Victor” released the bite. I headed back to the house with my dog in toll, quite proud of my dog, but very upset at the Helper. It could have turned out very different; my dog could have been ruined. He had no experience, but had a heart full of courage.

Blacksun Victor’s first litter out of Blacksun Charka “Joel" come into this world Jan. 23, 2001 out of this litter,

Blacksun Boris male

Blacksun Bravo male

Blacksun Boyka female

Was bought by, at that time a Canine Instructor for The United States Secret Service 2 weeks before 9-11, who planned on retiring. He was planning along with his brother to open up a canine training business. These pups were to be their start up dogs. But after 9-11 their plans changed and AK9I was up and running. These 3 pups started training at a very young age to be detectors and or patrol dogs.

Blacksun Bmy Shadow female

She has been tested on bite work, shows courage and a full mouth bite. Living here at Blacksun Kennel.

June 26, 2002, the day started out like any other at Blacksun Kennel, dogs to the worked, kennels to clean, and all the things that has to be done. Blacksun Search and Rescue Team had only been called out for two searches so far that year. Jan 19. 2002 for Rachel Cooke, a 19 year old girl, who was Adducted a few hundred feet from her home. Rachel Cooke as of the writing of this story has not been found. And a possible child abduction June 9,2002 nothing was found. I was doing chores around the Kennel, when I got a call from one of my Team Mates, Chris Cashman. He asked if I had got a call-out for a missing 14 year old boy, lost out in my area of town? He was loaded up on his way out of State, and had heard it on the radio. I glanced at my watch and it was 12:30 noon. I told Chris I had not got a call, and had not heard any thing about it. I flipped to the news and sure enough a search was going on, with the Bexar County Sheriff Dept, Bexar County Sheriff Mounted Patrol, Bexar County K-9 Units, and Officers in Helicopters. I made a call to Bexar County and got the number of the Officer in charge. Got in touch with him, let him know I had a Team with trained dogs and if they could use us, we would be there in 30 minutes. He told me to put the Team on stand-by. [Meaning, get ready, they will call us]. The area we were going into was hundreds of mesquite-cluttered acres of ranchland with some planted fields with the crops standing about 4-5 ft tall. This was not going to be easy. My team was on stand by, equipment loaded, dogs ready to be loaded. I intended to take two of my dogs Blacksun Charka “Joel” and Boomer my Bloodhound. We would deploy 8 dogs on this search. This child had been missing over 20 hours, in temperatures reaching the high 90”s in a Rattlesnake infested area. Time was critical and we needed all the best dogs searching. I was pacing the floor, time was passing, Joel was hopping up and down in her crate, being very vocal, she knew that we were going on a search, even if we are just training, the dog does not know if it is the real thing or not, just that they are going to find someone.] An hour passed, then two, no call from the Officer in Charge. At 4:00 P.M. I placed another call to the Officer in Charge waited for about 10 minuets for him to get to me, finally he answered, told me that K9’s from his dept. were out searching, and if they decided they needed us they would call me, But to stand by. By 5:00 that afternoon, we had not been called yet. The news was on, they were calling for volunteers to help for the following morning. “They were going to stop the search for the night, “too dangerous in the area to search in the dark”. I couldn’t believe it this child had been missing 27 hours; our team trains to search at night and was ready to go. I called Chris and told him to meet me there. For I had made a decision, I was going down there and talk to the officer, let him know we could search at night, and was willing to take the risk. When I got there the media was loading up to leave, police cars were leaving, could not find the Officer. I looked around and there was a small group of people standing around a pick up truck. I walked over and setting on the back of the truck was a very tired looking women crying, and people trying to console her. I introduced myself, and told her my team could and would search at night if she wanted us to. She said that her son’s name was Charles Snyder 14 years old, small for his age, was missing in an area of about 300 acres of thick mesquite with very sharp rock; he had been seen last in one of the fields fixing a fence, all they found was the tools, would we please look for her son. The rest of the team was called and we had to drive for about 10-15 minuets thru a washed out road to get close to the place he was seen last. When we got to the location where we was going to set up base, I looked around and realized why the officer had not wanted to search at night, a person could get hurt out there or become separated from a group because of the thick brush. I decided to let one of my teammates Andrew Brown handle Joel and I would handle my Bloodhound Boomer. The plan was to take the whole team out to the field and set up a Grid Line search of the area Charles had last been seen. Maybe we could pick up a clue or the dogs could locate a scent to give us a direction of travel. I took one end of the grid line with Boomer, Andrew Brown with Joel would be in the center, and Chris Cashman with his Belgian Shepherd Ruby would take the other end. The rest of the team would be spaced about 8 feet apart in between. At 7:06 we scented the dog on one of Charlie’s caps and started the search. We had to cross thru some thick brush to get to the location of the field where he was reported last seen. Ruby gave an indication by a fence line but was unable to get a direction of travel. We later learned that was where the tools were found. It didn’t register with me at the time, but Andrew had radioed me and said he was having some problems with Joel she wanted to go back toward base, or maybe she wanted to get over by me. The team made four sweeps from one end of the field to the other. The field had irrigation pipes going and we were up to and pass our ankles in thick mud. So when the sweep was made that brought us back in the direction of Base I decided to split the team in half. Part of us would continual on with the grid and the other half would return to base to rest. Joel and Boomer was part of the team that stayed out. The group staying out would search until they needed a break then return to base and the rested team and dogs would go back out. That way we could search all night rotating and resting. The dogs were covered with mud, it was pitch dark and our legs ached from carrying pounds of mud stuck to them. We was going to make one more sweep from the edge of the field closest to base to the other end and on the sweep back then we would call the other team in, so we could rest our dogs. Andrew told me again that he had been having trouble with Joel every time we got to the end of the field closest to base. I switched dogs let him take Boomer, I had been behind Joel for four years and never once had she lied on a scent, never quit on a long hard trail, I trusted her, that is why I let Andrew handle her that night. We were getting near the end of the field, I radioed that we were returning to base and get us some coffee. As we worked our way back thru the thick brush Joel was straining against her harness, pulling me thru the brush, it smacking me it the face, knocked my night light off my head. I yelled at her to slow down, I heard Andrew say behind me, “I told you she was acting weird”. We had to take a large curve to make it back to base and as we were coming around it Joel’s head was down, her tail was up, her body was wagging and she was straining hard to go faster. That is exactly what she does when she is closing in on the “victim’. We were within 50 feet of the base, it was pitch dark, with the night lights we use, you can’t see very far in front of you. I pulled my out big flashlight and shined it in front of Joel and about 15 feet in front of her was Charles Snyder. My heart almost leaped out of my chest. I forgot to use the radio; I just yelled we found him! He was dehydrated a little disorientated but otherwise o.k. After giving him some water and hugging Joel, I called his mother on the cell phone and said ‘I have someone who wants to talk to you”. I looked at my watch, it had taken us 3 hours and 12 minuets to located him. By the time we loaded up and made our way back to where his mother was, the T.V. Media and a Bexar County officer was back there. They did a good broadcast about us with the headline of “They went in, when everyone else had quit”

I contacted Jerry Bradshaw about buying a female pup sired from Hycko Perle De Tourbiere because I had heard that he was going to be retired from stud after his next litter. I paid for the pup before she was born. Jerry contacted me that litter was born and he would pick me a good one. He also had some other news, he had decided to sell Kukay’s Rex, but not to just anyone, and wanted to know if I was interested. I said yes and I wondered how was I going to pay for this dog. I will not disclose how much I paid. But it was a fair price. Jerry told me that he hated to sell Kukay’s Rex, but wanted him to go to a good home so he could enjoy his later years. I told him that I would make sure the rest of Kukay’s Rex’s life would be easy, that I would give him a big yard to run around in and a few select females for his pack. I truly believed that God had smiled down on me. I would have a dog that is known by people all over the world to head up my breeding program. Little did I know then, how well the pups that Kukays Rex had sired before he was imported was doing. The day finally arrived, I was to meet Jerry’s wife Sandra in Arkansas she would transport the pup and Kukay’s Rex halfway; it was too hot to ship them. When we meet and I got my first look at Kukay’s Rex, he stood there so regal ever bit of the proud warrior not sure what was going on, but ready to face it head on, I felt my heart beat a litter faster, I was so proud to know that he was now mine. I also felt a pang of sadness, twice before this dog had made a bond with someone, first Mr. M. H. Bos who had probably the strongest bond because with out it I don’t believe Kukay’s Rex would have accomplished the high scores he got in competition. Jerry Bradshaw was next. Now he was going to yet someone else. I stood there and made this dog a silent promise. I would be his last owner and he would have an easy time in his final years. I had to learn the Dutch commands and I finally come up with an ideal so I would not mess them up. I printed them out on a card and laminated it and hung it around my neck. Finally after much practice I could make Kukay’s Rex understand me. I Bred Kukay’s Rex to 5 of my females and got 30 pups. Sold some of them and kept back 4 males and 4 females. Time will only tell how these pups will turn out. My Kennel is located very close to Lackland Air Force Base and since they have a puppy program I was asked if I would consider letting them use Kukay’s Rex as one of their stud dogs, I felt it was a complement to my dog but was told he would have to go thru the same evaluations as the young dogs that came thru for training. I though long and hard, but decided not to put this old dog thru all the tests, he had already proved himself when he was in his prime, I was not going to make him do it again. So I thanked then and declined their offer. Kukay’s Rex was living his later years in a very large yard with his pack of females as his companions and he and I went on lots of walks, he had many visitors stop by to see him. One morning I went out to feed and noticed that he still had food left from the night before, that was very unusual because he had always had a good appetite. I reached out to pet him and to my horror the hair fell out in my hands, I checked his gums and they were white. In less then 15 minutes I had him at the hospital, and the veterinarian was trying to figure out what was wrong, the one thing that was very obvious was his Packed Cell Volume was 6%. She told me she didn’t know how he was still alive, and had no clue as to why his hair was falling out when you touched him. I had test run to find out what was going on. The veterinarian put him on medication and gave him the first of many blood transfusions. He would rally for a day then his Packed Cell Volume would drop again; the test came back and showed he had problems with his Liver but nothing to indicate why his hair was falling out . The Veterinarian told me that he would never make it thru surgery to find out why he was losing blood. All that we could do was try to give him blood transfusions and keep him on meds that would hopefully stop him from bleeding out because by that time she figured he had a bleeding ulcer. I spent the next 5 days at the hospital calling every Veterinarian I knew to see if they had every run into a problem like this. We could not come up with anything. The weekend was here and I went to visit Kukays Rex early that morning. The Veterinarian told me she was going to let me take him home that evening because she closed on Sunday and could I please try to get him to take his meds, he was refusing to let the techs give it to him. I went back to his run and forced them down his throat, told him what a good boy he was and petted him on the head. About 15 minutes later I got a call that John Smith, Sr. was missing and could I get my Search And Rescue Team out to look for him, I told Kukay’s Rex that I would see him later that evening. The man had been missing for 23 hours and it was 102 degrees outside. My Team arrived to the home of the missing man around 10:00 A.M. After getting the information we needed, we scented our dogs. My bloodhound Boomer picked up the scent from the yard, and Chris Cashman’s Belgian Ruby also had picked it up, we followed the dogs for about a block from the house, then the dogs lost the scent. We covered about 20 blocks and I had Joel out working to give Boomer a break. Evening was upon us and we had not found anything. I had our Base contact the Heidi Search Center and ask them to get a picture of this man on the news media and if they could come out to help us. I called the Veterinarian and told her I was going to be late and I would try to get someone to pick up Kukays Rex for me that evening before she closed. Heidi Search Center managed to get his picture on the 6:00 news, and joined us to keep searching. We had just started searching in another location, when our Communication Office called us back to base that he had been found. By the time the team arrived back, a police car pulled up with the elderly gentleman. We found out that someone had seen his picture on the news and spotted him about 30 miles from where we were looking for him. We also found out that someone had picked him up in a car and drove him to where he had been located; They had picked him up at the spot where our dog had lost his scent. I had to drop off one of my teammates not to far from the Veterinarians Office, and was on my way to pick up Kukay’s Rex before I could help him get everything unloaded, I got a call from the Veterinarian before she had a chance to say anything, I told her the search was over and I would be at her office in 10 minutes. The phone line was silent for a few seconds and she said “ Roni, Rex just had a seizure and never came out of it” I fell to my knees crying and wondered why God was so cruel I had left my dogs side to go and try to save a man’s life that I didn’t even know. And I never had the chance to say goodbye to my dog or even be by his side when God took him. I laid Kukay’s Rex to rest under some trees in my front yard. I had refused to have a necropsy done on him so I don’t know what was wrong with him other then his Liver was half the size it should have been, the lab reports never gave us the answer as to why his hair was falling out. The world lost a great dog that day and I still feel the pain in my heart today. God called Kukays Rex’s Sire Elgos du Chemin des Plaines home exactly one week to the day later.

J’dani Perle de Tourbiere PH 11 a son of Kukay’s Rex placed 10th in the National Championship K.N.P.V PH 11 in Sept. 2003. Last year’s Champion “Nico” bred in the U.S.A. as all previous champions are invited back to defend his Championship. He placed 6^th. I am very proud to know that Kukay’s Rex has proven himself as a sire of offspring’s that are proving themselves in the real world and in the Sports Rings.

Kukay’s Rex’s had sired over 40 pup registered with United Kennel Club and 30 Registered with American Kennel Club, here in the United States. Most of them are serving their country as Police dogs and winning in the Sport Rings for their handlers.

This story is wrote the way I would like to read one, with the feelings of the owner and the experiences that happens beyond our control. Not a fairy tale but real life.

I have never had the pleasure to walk into the arena to compete with a K.N.P.V. dog, to feel the thrill of the win, but I have owned one of the Great K.N.P.V. Champions thanks to M.H.Bos and Jerry Bradshaw. For the pleasure “ Kukay’s Rex PH11 Met lof “ gave me in his lifetime. I can only imagine the thrill you felt, Mr. Bos when he earned his titles for you.

Following below is some of the information I found on the world wide web while researching the K.N.P.V. to help me understand my [“Tarheel Tornado” “Victor” and His sire Kukay’s Rex] there was no copyright that I could find, I tried to give credit to who was listed as the author.

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