08/11/2026
A year ago, I got one of the worst calls of my life.
One of my Narsil pups had been brought in DOA to an overnight emergency clinic.
Before I go any further, let me make this very clear: I am not looking for anyone to seek “justice” over this. These events are long over, and I exhausted many options at the time. I am not seeking any action against the individual involved, nor do I wish for anyone else to take action. I am simply here to state the facts as I know them and to remember one of the few Narsil children.
On August 11, 2025, a good friend of mine, Kayleigh, who worked at the clinic, recognized an individual bringing in a DOA dog and came out to meet them.
The individual gave Kayleigh a fascinating story about the dog’s name, origin, and sudden death.
The dog was supposedly named King and had been purchased to be a police dog a year or so ago. This was at the time I was very active with the individual and regularly training with them. No dog named King ever existed during that time.
Fortunately, Kayleigh saw right through the story.
She took the dog to the back and took a couple of pictures, which I later confirmed was Excalibur.
At the time, she didn’t think to scan for a microchip or further document the dog because that was not the hospital’s policy for DOA cases. The hospital does not investigate further in those situations. They don’t investigate the cause of death unless the owner requests it, and they don’t chart anything beyond basic information.
I don’t fault her for this. She and I both regret that more wasn’t done in that moment, but neither of us knew what we were actually dealing with at the time.
The dog in question was Excalibur, from the Narsil × Kovacs litter.
He was one of only six Narsil puppies—and a puppy I had sold to someone I believed, at the time, was a friend: Shannon Dias.
Excalibur was filthy and extremely thin, weighing roughly 49 pounds. For reference, he was approximately the same size as Anduril at the time, who weighed around 65 pounds.
Shannon had him disposed of through a mass cremation and did not ask for anything back.
I messaged Shannon about Excalibur, wanting to know if this was true and the story, all I was told was:
“Please do not try to communicate with me. I do not wish to talk to you.”
There was no further communication. I was blocked everywhere.
I tried to report what had happened. I tried to get Animal Control to investigate. I tried to involve several of my organizations. I was repeatedly met with some variation of, “There is no evidence beyond your word and Kayleigh’s.”
That was followed by Shannon calling the clinic and verbally attacking and threatening the clinic and Kayleigh.
Eventually, as time passed, everything died down. Nothing came of it.
But I grieved hard.
I was sick to my stomach. I was hurt. I was angry. And I was devastated.
I didn’t post anything last year because I knew no good would come from it. I have spent a long time wondering what truly happened to Excalibur, but speculation is outside the realm of facts, so I will leave that out of this.
I am speaking up now because Excalibur deserves to be remembered. And because my good friend Kayleigh deserves a medal for speaking up, doing what she could in that moment, and dealing with all the crap that came afterward.
For the remaining Narsil babies and their owners: hold them a little closer today.
And to all of my Nine Realms GSD owners: Auntie Karin is sending some extra love your way, too.
For Excalibur—
Know that we tried.
The system failed you. We failed you.
But you were loved, and you will be remembered.
