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Extractions from a Eulogy written by his owners Jim and Kris Tracy.

Donny was really the one who taught me (Jim) all about JRT hunting. He was a natural. All I had to do was watch and learn from those incredible hunting genes in the Farmcliff lines. He always gave 200% each time we took him out. No set was too small or difficult for him and I used to tell novice people that came to hunt, “now watch Donny screw himself into a hole no bigger than his head.” When he was on game, he would let you know. He was what I call a ‘mixing’ terrier for he was smack dab in the quarry’s face and as a result he lost chunks of his nose, front teeth, pieces of his tongue and lips and even a nail or two. At 11 1/2 years, Donny still had that squishy chest which was why he could still force himself into a hole about the size of a large orange. His hunting tales are way too many to repeat here. At JRT trials, Donny always seemed to ribbon in the performance events. He did agility quite well for Kris, but if he got on the “A” frame and spotted the lure coursing, which was his most favorite trial event, he might decide that looked like more fun than agility. Donny even won the “Suitable for Woodchuck” conformation class at JRTCA Nationals one year. We buried Donny on the hill overlooking the valley and kennel were he spent so many years. At the time of internment, the whole Quail Crossing kennel let out this most awful wail which seemed to be their final farewell. All I could think of was, “here is one good terrier going to earth for the last time.”

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Farmcliff Donny with owner, Jim Tracy, after a successful woodchuck dig. Donny was a wonderful hunter who knew no fear and could wriggle his way into and through most any quarry’s den. Bob witnessed him once spending at least 1/2 hour in a woodchuck “set” and was amazed because Donny moved around anywhere from from just below the surface to 10 feet down as he made his way throughout the “set” searching for quarry.