Splash of Autumn is our oldest working girl.  We purchased Splash from whom we consider to be one of the best out there breeding Chesapeake Bay Retrievers, Butch Goodwin at Northern Flight Retrievers in Idaho.  Splash is out of a Lad Field Hunter’s Gunner X Northern Flight Slipper Tome “Lucy” breeding.  Gunner is a son of Dual CH, AFC Gambler’s Dilwayn-Stacked Deck MH and Lucy is a daughter of AFC Sly’s Ice MH. You can see Splash's pedigree here: http://w8n4dux.com/pedigree/gunner_lucypedigree.jpg.

IT IS WITH A HEAVY HEART THAT WE INFORM YOU THAT SPLASH PASSED AWAY UNEXPECTEDLY ON APRIL 14TH.  SHE WAS A SPECIAL, ONCE IN A LIFETIME, KIND OF DOG AND SHE WILL BE SORELY MISSED BY HER FAMILY!

Ken's comments on a waterfowl message board about the loss of Splash:

Unfortunately, the Parrott family suffered a horrible shock and loss yesterday morning. I woke up to find our oldest girl Splash dead. Some of you know, she suffered a stroke last November due to complications from a c-section. I nearly lossed her then and she was touch and go for several days. She had a seizure while in my arms as we laid on the vet's floor and I thought she was a goner. She fought back and made a full recovery with the exception of being blind in her left eye. We had been training hard the past month and she was adjusting well to dealing with only one eye. The person who didn't know her couldn't tell she was only using the one eye. Just this past Saturday, we marveled at how well she marked and ran some blinds with just the use of the one eye. She repeated another great day of training on Sunday. I was confident she made a great recovery and would be able to hunt this fall. We saw no signs of problems Monday night when we went to bed but she was long gone when I got up yesterday morning. I am still amazed I didn't hear her struggle or in pain through the night. She either had another massive stroke or the vet thought maybe she had a flipped stomach. Either way, her death comes way too early and at a complete shock to us.
A friend called me this evening to remind of the anticipation we had when she arrived to us at the age of 8 weeks after a long airplane ride from Idaho. She was a a breeze to train as a pup having great intelligence and natural ability. She developed into the best dog I have ever hunted with. She was tenacious on geese especially the crippled ones. My brother will attest, I don't believe she ever lost a bird. If she did, I certainly can't recall it. An unbelievable marker and I swear, no matter how long we hunted, she never ever stopped scanning the sky for birds. She just wouldn't quit. One late season hunt she put on a show chasing a crippled honker through that kind of nasty stuff that is two feet of water and endless mud underneath it. She stayed after it and after what seemed forever, she finally caught up with it and brought it back. She put on such a show that a guy in the next blind down trudged through that same stuff 150 yards to tell me that was the greatest retrieve he ever saw. That was just the way she was. One of many many stories I could tell about her.
She and John Ackerman's Courier has produced some phenominal pups. Pups jamming in field trials, passing hunt tests, and retrieving ducks all over America from Mass. to Ca. Pups like our Storm, Paul M.'s Devil in Canada and Malcolm's Hunter on the east coast. On top of that she was a great family member. Loved the kids and looked after them. She was a great part of the family and is and will be sorely missed by three little ones. Rest in peace my friend. I will miss you.