In 1971, I checked the newspapers and Veterinarians in the area.  One of the Vets offices told me about a  breeder in Canfield, Ohio, and gave me his telephone number.  The breeders name was Jim Edgerton, and his kennel name was "Edgie's". 

I called Mr. Edgerton and he told me that he had a litter ready to go, and all the puppies were pre-sold except one little boy that was not show quality and would be sold only as a pet.

 He gave me directions to get to his place, which was about 40 to 50 miles away from where I lived.  When I got there.... what a treat.  I met the sweetest little puppy and brought him home and we named him Tigger Tramp Wahl.   He reminded me of the Winnie the Pooh and Tigger Too cartoons.  He was a real tramp (Lady and the Tramp),  because he loved the garbage can so much and loved to get into it. 

Tigger was our only baby till we adopted our son, B.J. in 1979.  Tigger was 8 years old and wasn't the least bit jealous of BJ.   In fact, Tigger decided that it was his duty to guard the baby and defend him from harm.  He rarely left BJ's side; Tigger slept under BJ's bed at night, and would plant himself right next to him through out the day.   Once, when Joe came home from work, BJ and Tigger where on the floor together sharing a blanket.  Joe rushed over and in a loud voice (which alarmed Tigger) and began to pick up BJ.   Tigger grabbed Joe by the arm and had to be convinced that Joe, who he knew all his life was not going to hurt HIS Baby. 

Tigger also would guard BJ while they were outside.  Once, a neighbors dog wandered into our yard, and even though Tigger knew and played with this same dog before, while BJ was there, he would consider it his duty to protect HIS Baby. 

Tigger was stolen from us and was missing for 3 months.  We where frantic and even ran ads in the local newspaper for his return.  I drove the neighborhood and walked in all directions calling to him.  We had just about given up hope on finding him, when a farmer about 5 miles down the road called in response to the ads I had out on him.  

Joe went to pick him up and was shocked at what he saw when he got there. Tigger was tied up in the barn, and the old farmer said he had found him hiding in the stall.  The farmer's wife said she saw him listed in the Lost & Found, so that is why they called.  Tigger flew into Joe's arms crying and licking Joe everywhere.  It was a thrill to see Tigger reunited with us, I don't know who was happier Tigger or us. 

Whoever took him from our yard must have gotten more than they bargained for, because Tigger had many wounds on his body from a sharp belt buckle, which he was apparently beaten with.  We will never know if Tigger escaped on his own or if the thief let him go.  

After that experience, Tigger would become very agitated when any  large man would come to the house.  We had to lock him in the basement to protect both the human and Tigger. 

Tigger died in the winter of 1987 at the ripe old age of 17, just before we moved to Georgia in March of 1988.   Tigger went to sleep and just didn't wake up again.  Other than age,  he was in great shape and health.  Tigger loved children, other dogs, and was great with just about everyone.  
Tigger was so very different from Sinji who was a wild thing.