Mr. Kippers Honored on Front Page of The Shreveport Times

It’s the same article as the online version which was posted yesterday, but today The Shreveport Times chose to honor their native “bully son” on the front page of the actual news paper. We are humbled and grateful that Mr. Kippers touched so many lives and for the kindness of The Times over these last seven years.

We are also very grateful for all of the lovely messages and other forms of sympathy which we have received.

We will surface soon, but right now we are spending lots and lots of time with Miss Sophie Peach who maybe is the one most devastated by Mr. Kippers passing. She lay on our bed last night-whimpering…



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His last mountain has been climbed and from its pinnacle, our beloved Mr. Kippers left the loving embrace of my arms this afternoon and now shines brightly among the stars.
Please understand that Gordon and I are shattered beyond one’s imagination, so forgive us if we do not respond at this time.
A memorial tribute to this incredible little bully, who only wanted to pay forward his good fortune, and did, will be forth coming in the future.

Godspeed sweet one, you made a difference in this world, of which most can only dream …


For the past six years I, Mr. Kippers, have overcome insurmountable odds, both with my health and my mission to pay forward my good fortune through my company, Classic Kippers LLC. Each time I have felt that I’ve reached the pinnacle of my mission, a new blessing befalls me. And thus it was this week when the mail came in the form of a new blessing and this one from my protegé and adopted son Kirby’s daughter, Miss Piper.

Piper, as she says in her letter to me, was born with a silver bone in her mouth, but her eyes were opened when she had an occasion to spend some time with a wonderful BTCA rescue (RWTFBTCA), whose name is Beatrice, Bea Bea for short.

From the time they spent together, Piper learned the true meaning of noblesse oblige. Poor Piper was rather inconsolable by the things that Bea Bea told her about not having been wanted nor cared for, as well as a her heart breaking story of being in a shelter not once, but twice! She was adopted and then taken back to the shelter because the adopters hadn’t done their homework about our breed and found her to be filled with more joie de vivre than they could handle!

Bea Bea then went into foster care in the home of a bull terrier savvy family in Texas where she learned basic etiquette. Later she went to visit Piper before going to her forever home with a gentleman who had not long ago lost beloved bull terrier and was thrilled to have a new companion. Once Piper found that Bea Bea was going to a forever home, where she would have a happy life, she decided that she must make a difference and went to her mom, Angie, to discuss a plan. After much contemplation, they came up with a scathingly brilliant idea, just as my mom and I did six years ago!

The plan, born from Piper’s enlightenment, is being called “Piper’s Pennies”.

You see, Piper’s mom is a veterinarian in Ohio and she also has an enormous, empathetic heart! Dr. Angie has never charged a fee when a person’s furry best friend has to say goodbye, but now, since Piper’s plan to “pay it forward” has begun, Dr. Angie will ask for a small donation for Piper’s Pennies in honor of Piper’s BFF, Bea Bea. These funds will be used to help rescues via Classic Kippers. In fact, with Piper’s most sincere announcement letter came a substantial check which has already been used, in part, to help a dog who has had an unspeakable life.

I am honored that now, in the winter of my life, I am alive to see my adopted son and protégé, Master Kirby and his daughter Piper, realize that the need to help those less fortunate is a duty as well as an honor.

Piper’s eleemosynary pursuit will help Classic Kippers to better the lives of many rescues and expand my mission up north to continue our helping the abused and abandoned.

Mr. Kippers


Greetings and salutations, Mr. Kippers here and I have great news! Master Kirby and I are ready to launch our all new Classic Kippers’ website.

It has the same general appearance, but navigating will be much easier! We have the collections divided up for smoother viewing and two collections where we can help you with special orders!

It’s true that I am winding down, but I feel confident that my protégé, Kirby FitzKippers will continue my vision and mission to pay forward my good fortune. The Red Bull Herd know that this mission is so very important to me and to those like me, who suffer from abuse, neglect and abandonment.

In perusing our online store, please remember that our pieces are more than just “a purchase”. Yes, you are buying a Classic Kippers’ piece for yourself or a friend, but you are also helping to save the life of an animal, as all of the net profit goes to helping those in need.

Over the past five years, we have seen our products sold for more than just gifts. Cleaver ideas which I will post below. Perhaps you already have my book, a bow tie, a Classic Kippers’ tee, note cards or one of my statement pieces, but below are some clever “out of the box” ideas!

1.Some customers buy Classic Kippers’ products to donate to animal fund raisers.

2.One customer purchases collegiate statement pieces (necklaces) as graduation gifts, which represent the college or university where the high school graduate plans to attend.

3.Another customer purchases collegiate statement pieces for the mother’s of graduates who will be participating in a sport at that university or college.

4.One mother bought collegiate statement pieces for her daughter’s Sorority pledge class.

5. Mom’s of high school students love our mascot statement pieces to wear to their children’s games.

6.Another dear lady bought my book for her animal loving friend who had a long recovery from an illness, which lasted longer than flowers. Just sayin’.

7.One lady, a pilot, who flies transport missions for Pilots N Paws had my team make up a very special piece for her. Her university mascot and colors with the addition of a plane and a dog charm.

8.An energetic grandmother bought a high school mascot necklace to donate to a giant fundraiser at her grandson’s school. Did I have one in stock? No, but my team jumped right on it and made one up~for the same price as those in stock!

You see, helping those animals who were abused as was I, is only limited by your imagination and that of my team. Our pieces are fun and reasonably priced.


Some people are in the trenches rescuing. Some transport and some make donations. My company gives you different ways to give as shown above.

Through those avenues, you are bringing joy to the recipient, but if it is a donation to, for example a school auction, then the school wins, the high bidder wins and the circle is complete. In the end, the animals win and I win because my mission to pay forward my good fortune truly did come to fruition!


That is all~ Mr. Kippers







February 15th marked Mr. Kippers’
“Gotcha Birthday” and, according to his veterinarians, (all five) he is probably 16.
We had planned to have a party, but have found that too much fun and frivolity is confusing to him these days.
Of course with a milestone of this magnitude we couldn’t let this special day go by unrecognized.
Special friends, Pat Keel and Bill Keel, came over for a bite and a visit with the Red Bull Herd. After dinner, Mr. Kippers was presented a cake and in his party hat, we serenaded him with a round of “🎵Happy Birthday🎵”, after which he enjoyed a plate of fat free whipped cream!



He was a bit lethargic on Friday, but much more chipper today, so we wanted to do more.
Gordon and I thought about the things which have brought him the most pleasure over the last six years and besides his mission to pay forward his good fortune, there have been three. Most of you know he was an avid tortoise hunter, his favorite being the “Terrapene carolina” of which he has caught, tagged and released 56.
Then there was “Fox-Fox”. A stuffed fox that was always the best catalyst for getting him excited. But since he is now blind in one eye and his hearing is impaired, a game of “Fox-Fox” sadly no longer gets a response. His third favorite thing being “Show Time”. Granted it must be said much louder than in the past, but it still elicits the same desire from Mr. Kippers to pose for photos. Sometimes, in the past, we would find him on the sun room sofa just waiting for the camera!

Gordon thought that letting him have a photo shoot for his birthday would make him happy. We decided to mark the occasion by taking pics of all four of the Red Bull Herd, especially since they all step up to the plate to help with Classic Kippers!



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And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with fear. And the angel said to them, ‘Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.’ And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, to men of good will.”

Love, licks and Christmas Blessings!
MR. Kippers and The Red Bull Herd!




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Christmas Miracles Come in Many Forms


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Swamp Roy was safely delivered yesterday to Glenna Wright , head of our BTCA National rescue. Glenna tirelessly works rescuing , orchestrating /overseeing and showing top standard bullies, as well as working in their veterinary clinic where her husband is the veterinarian. She keeps a schedule which would wear out most people!

Glenna’s husband, Dr. Tom Wright, bull terrier vet extraordinaire, will take over Swamp Roy’s care. His wounds will continue to be monitored and treated, he will be neutered and he will be evaluated, so that he will end up in the perfect forever home.

This picture was taken several years ago with Glenna. My only regret is that we didn’t take a pic of us with each rescue that we’ve been involved with together.

Yesterday was a quadruple day of dog swapping. Four ladies met at a restaurant in Arkansas where we had lunch together and then used their parking lot for the “swap meet”. 😉😊

Mary Holsen’s own personal bully had a minor surgical procedure and was being returned to her, by Glenna, to take back to a Houston.

From Houston, Mary brought a bully to Glenna for Blue Ridge Bullterrier Rescue. That bully will be picked up from Glenna and then taken to her foster home in Kentucky. Classic Kippers along with others pledged the gas money to get “Athena” from Little Rock, Arkansas to Versailles, Kentucky.

Glenna also brought “Mr. Wilson”, a bully whom Susan Young and I rescued from S. Louisiana some time ago, and who is now ready for his forever home. It was good to see him again and meet his new owner who drove over from Ft. Worth, Texas to pick him up. Mr. Wilson’s new owner was positively beaming.

I had Swamp Roy who eagerly jumped into a Glenna’s van and into a crate, as if he knew he was one step closer to a beautiful new life.

To the untrained eye, we were just four women- possibly appearing crazy to some – taking bull terriers out of cars and putting them in different cars, but what we really were doing was making happy Christmas miracles happen.

I may have been the only one returning with an empty crate, but I had a full heart. Three more lives saved and to those three, what better Christmas Miracle could there be?

Thankful, Grateful, Blessed Beyond Measure.



Dear God,

I prayed for someone who simply would care,
As I lay heartbroken -filled with despair.
My ribs were cracked, my teeth filled with infection,
The rain pouring down, my soul awash with rejection.

I prayed for a family who would see me whole,
Back then I looked ugly, frightened and cold.
I scrounged for morsels that no man would eat,
But to this dying dog, it was truly a feast.

My last owners tied me with wire used to bale,
The pups I produced were for “bait” and for sale.
One day when the “mean man” let down his guard,
I chewed free and escaped his hellish backyard.

A car speeding by, slowed and changed my luck.
Two hands reached out and gently scooped me up.
Then into other hands I was passed in a week,
Little did I know I was theirs for keeps.

I may be infirmed and my muzzle is graying,
But it was for this family You knew I was praying.
My love and devotion I gladly give,
To all of these people who helped me to live!

I want to help those who still hurt and wait,
Those on the street who know not their fate.
Please let “Classic Kippers” help in some way,
To change the life of a hopeless stray.

Please bless my friends who support my cause,
May they always keep heart for those with paws.
Next Thanksgiving I hope that all will see,
I have “paid it forward” with my ties, statements, book and tees.

Please know I am grateful this life without stress,
For all I’ve been given, I feel truly blessed.