06/17/2026
It's always bittersweet to see puppies go home. I spend a decade planning for them. Carefully planning lines and researching pedigrees to put together the best dogs. I spent years raising their parents. Carefully ensuring they had the correct look, correct form, and sound minds, the capability to do what their breed was intended to do. I hauled them to vets to get X-rays and scans and tests to ensure they were worthy of being parents. Then I paired them, stressing 64 days as mom grew rounder. Making plans and contingency plans and risking my beloved bitch to create the next generation.
I helped deliver each one. I spend over 400 hours over 8 weeks with them. I was there for their first breath, first nursing, and I'm the first human being they ever saw or smelled or heard. I watched their first steps. I made their first solid meal and then cleaned them all up after. I introduced them to toys. Crates. The outside. The first time they felt grass, carpet, tile, cement, dirt, wood, or metal under their feet I was there. I was the first human to ever pet them. The first human to cuddle them. There is not a place on them I haven't touched from their little noses to their little tails before they went home. When momma was over them I was their momma. They learned what kibble was and what treats where from my hands. I am not giving you a puppy. I am entrusting you with a piece of my heart and over a decade of my time and dedication. You are taking home a legacy of devoted love. You owe it to me, my bitch, and my stud to be worthy of that gift.
