For those seasoned veterans, Ch. Zhunghatoh was THE Logansport dog. The following story flew around the world, in an effort by breeder-judge members from the Afghan Hound Club of America (AHCA) to communicate to other judges to IMMEDIATELY MARK THEIR BOOKS. There was a fear Logansport might set a precedent for judges not protected against disgruntled exhibitors.

A little history before Logansport: For me to enter the show ring with Zhunghatoh was huge. Randy attained Ch. Kauravya's first Major BOB over 6 specials. One special held the #1 Afghan title, and he was NEVER beaten by ANY class dog until Kauravya. Then Kauravya was severely injured and he died on the operating table. He was revived and 2 ½ years later re-entered the ring with handlers.

Then it took 8 years for Sharrah’s FIRST litter, but Parvo struck. We had the FIRST confirmed case in the Midwest. I lost everything at home except Ch. Kauravya, but there was ONE puppy alive. I went on a long pursuit to find him and bought "Z" back. Then I was faced with who would show my lovely red boy. Mentors helped me through my many handling mistakes even though I didn’t have their lines. Though both of these men are gone, they consistently encouraged me.

Logansport: On Sept. 13, 1980, I entered Zhunghatoh in Open under breeder-judge, and previous President of the AHCA, Mrs. Judy Fellton. It was my first time showing to her. It was late in the day and all other rings were empty. Groups were underway in the other building.

Ms. Fellton awarded "Z" the Breed from the classes over 5 specials! Before the win was marked in the judge’s book, several people charged into the ring. Accusations of a "trimmed" dog were made, but the complaining couple also claimed their dog was the "old" type, like Zhunghatoh. NO WHERE in the standard did it confirm trimming was a fault, or reason to deny a judge's pick. Though I slightly trimmed the side coat, MOST of the “trimmed” look came from meticulous grooming – 95% FINGERS, 5% brush serves me well.

The AKC Rep and Club President were called, but were not there. After harassment from the particular losers, the judge advised me she was afraid. She did not want undue trouble for the dog or me. Lynch mob-like actions amplified.

With "Z" sitting at my side, a woman approached me. Her steely index finger poked close to my eyes. As the owner of the losing Special, she reiterated she should have won. I questioned why I pursued finding “Z”, fought diligently to help others world wide with the Parvo campaign and fund? I stuttered, "I don't believe this is happening to me". Her comment, "You'd better believe it; if you can't take it, honey, then get out of dogs!"