About C and K Kennel
When we started, I was wanting something I could do to be a
stay at home mom. We are animal lovers and after allot
of research and talking with top breeders decided to
start ourselves. Since then allot has happened! We now have
2 children who love our puppies as we do and play with them daily.
Our puppies are raised in a spotless clean home environment as part of our
family. We give them lots of tender loving care from day one. Every morning
after feeding time is their playtime. We have nice heated
and air conditioned kennels with indoor/outdoor runs for the moms .
Our kennels are close, just across the yard! We start our vaccinations early,
which is what our vet recommended when we first started out.
We also follow a strict worming schedule. We have a wonderful vet that
we work with. She will come to our kennel and we can call on her
day or night. We have excellent breeders and are very selective
when choosing them. We have some champion pedigrees, however
we prefer to sell only to individuals looking for a puppy to add to their family.
We work hard and try our very best to raise happy healthy socialized
puppies that will be a wonderful part of your family. Our puppies are
special to us and hope you will love them as we do. We want to
make your puppy buying experience a good one. If you have any
questions, please feel free to email, we answer every email but please
give us a little time to do so. Thank you!
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Breeder
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, and commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting.
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee) in hours spent planning a breeding 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 newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box.
A Breeder's 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 Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, supporting an armful of puppies.
A Breeder's 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 sick puppy.
A Breeder's eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever keen to the competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeder's 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 bones, fine ears, and perfect heads....and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.
The Breeder's 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.
-Author Unknown
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If I had no animals....
I could walk around the yard barefoot in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and laminated.
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would be free of hair.
When the doorbell rings, it wouldn't sound like the kennels.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without wading
through fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch the way I wanted, without taking into
consideration how much space several fur bodies would need to get
comfortable.
I would not have strange presents under my Christmas tree -- dog
bones, stuffed animals , nor would I have to answer to people why I
wrap them.
I would not be on a first-name basis with three veterinarians.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be: out, sit, down,
come, no, stay, and leave him/her/it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates or
barriers.
My pockets would not contain things like poop bags, treats and an
extra leash.
I would no longer have to spell the words B-A-L-L-, F-R-I-S-B-E- E,
or W-A-L-K.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside.
I would not look strangely at people who think having ONE dog ties
them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring and the melting of snow instead of
dreading mud season.
I would not have to answer the question "Why do you have so many
dogs/animals?" from people who will never have the joy in their
lives of knowing they are loved unconditionally by something
as close to an angel as they will ever get.
How empty my life would be.
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