Jerry & Nancy Tindel
2 time previous customers
Mary Beth Maxwell
Tina Gustavuz (breeder)
Triple T Retrievers
Kerr Klickers Dog Training
This is one of the many letters I receive from a very happy puppy buyer and a picture of Amos with the neighborhood kiddos!
Hope all is well with yall! Not sure if I told you but we
have moved to North Carolina. We are settled into our new neighborhood and as
usual Amos is the hit of the hood. We would love to get a friend for our labby
but I think we need to wait to ensure the time is right. I wanted to send you a
pic of Amos with the neighbor kids. It totally makes my heart smileJ. One of our neighbor hood kids was
attacked by a pit bull, which I hate, but more for the fact it just makes them
so afraid of all breeds. When he was attacked, he was taken by ambulance, so it
was bad. He loves Amos and is not afraid of him at all. I love that Amos has
given him a sense of understanding and overcoming his fear. I have never had to
be a witness to this before and I love that Amos is such a joy and a love of all
he meets. You really have the best breeding program I have ever come across and
we certainly got what we paid for. He is such a love and huge part of our
family. I hope I don’t tire you with my emails but I thank you for giving us
Amos. We just simply love him!
What is a Breeder??
By Peggy Adamson
A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and never
really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience,
convenience & commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time,
friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting! She gives up the
dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favour of turning that all
important Show into this years "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!) in hours
spent planning a litter or watching anxiously over the birth process, and
afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the
babies have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth
to mouth to save a gasping new-born, literally blowing life into a
tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of
A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and
noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so
gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeders back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending,
and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the
breeder to Show the next choice pup to a Championship.
A Breeders shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from
competitors, but they're wide enough to support the weight of a thousand
defeats and frustrations.
A Breeders arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of
puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeders ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked
about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver),
often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a
A Breeders eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind
to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competitions
faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeders brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster
than an IBM computer. It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows
a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good boning, fine ears, and perfect
heads...and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.
The Breeders heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope
everlasting...and it's always in the right place ! Oh, yes, there are
breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!