
The timeline from initial interest to acquisition spanned three years. After purchasing a house with a large backyard in 1994 we decided we were ready to add a second dog to our household. By that time I was doing obedience and agility with our Lab Zephyr and was particularly interested in adding a dog who would enjoy training and competing in those sports. I considered Golden Retrievers, Border Collies, Australian Shepherds and even Flat Coat Retrievers, but my mind kept returning to the article I had read about those little red dogs.
It was not easy to find a Toller in those days. I remember writing to the NSDTRC USA secretary, then Gretchen Botner, to ask for information about the breed. With her assistance I found a breeder in Wisconsin, Patty Beran. Patty helped arrange a visit with a dog she had bred who lived within 30 minutes of us. Following this, I trekked up to the Berans to meet more Tollers, and at that point, if not at some point prior, decided they were the breed for me. To me, Tollers represented a remarkable melding of the most interesting characteristics in both retrievers and herding dogs. They are clever, quick and personable, and captured my heart as no other breed has done.
Patty did not have any litters coming up in the near future so she referred me to Evelyn Williams of Lonetree Kennel. I remember really trying to sell myself to Evelyn as a great potential owner, not realizing at the time how my existing involvement in various dog sports with my Lab qualified me as a desirable “working” home. There are a couple of things I clearly remember telling Evelyn. One was that I wanted a female because I thought they were smarter. I still think that’s true, though I also think it’s true that females are often more challenging and independent than males. Second, in trying to describe what I was looking for temperament-wise, I told her “I want a dog that might think it’s a good idea to jump up on the dining room table, but one that you could train not to”. For me, that simple statement continues to epitomize what I find most engaging in this breed, and is a large part of what I strive to produce in my own very limited breeding program.

Happily, somewhere in the 3-5 year mark Gem seemed to decide she was stuck with us and decided she would make the best of it. She has managed to gradually lighten up in her later years. Still, it’s no accident her main nickname has always been “the curmudgeon”.