In Loving Memory of Kermit: A Truly Special Cocker

We have some heartbreaking news from our dear friend Alan—Kermit has passed away at 12 years old.

The moment I read Alan’s message, a flood of memories came rushing back. We had so many good times working with Alan and Kermit. Todd would give Alan a hard time now and then-sometimes well-deserved.

I’ll never forget the day we first met Alan at a hunt test down here in Georgia—and don’t worry, Alan… I’m not bringing up our funny moment. Over the years, Alan trained with us often, and most fall hunting trips he’d head out with us for grouse or pheasant. It took a bit for him to get used to grouse and woodcock exploding out of the timber or alders—Alan was used to shooting a lot of quail in the tall GA pines - but he took it all in stride and grew into it more and more every season.

That also reminds me of the time in the rain and something about a door in Wisconsin

We also loved having Alan join us in South Georgia for pheasant tower shoots with Todd and me. Those shoots were fast and exciting—so much happening at once—and that’s when Alan really had to work Kermit and keep him steady through all the action.

And I have to say it: Kermit is one of those dogs that stays with you. He was the only cocker Todd truly loved working with. Kermit was incredibly talented and blessed with so many good qualities—heart, style, drive, and that special “something” you can’t teach. Todd used to tell Alan, “Anytime you want Kermit on the truck, I’m good with that.” That’s how much he respected him.

Being a professional dog trainer means you get to work with many wonderful dogs—but once in a while, you’re blessed with a truly special one… the kind you never want to leave.

Alan, we are so deeply sorry for your loss. We know how much Kermit meant to you, and how he was there for you in the moments you needed him most. Please know we’re holding you close in our thoughts, and we’re grateful we got to share so many memories with you and that unforgettable little dog.

Run free, sweet Kermit.

Twelve years isn’t long enough

when love is measured in memories.

A steady heart,

a loyal shadow,

a joy on four feet.

Run free, Kermit—

through fields we can’t see yet.

You were deeply loved,

and you will be deeply missed.