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If you are looking for a puppy, early reservations are recommended , as we only have a few litters a year.( see Litters page also).
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SHOW DAY, Poem written by Carol Kufner "I am a German Shepherd puppy, Just starting my carrer. I find it very funny, The things I see and hear.
The rings are just gigantic, As far as I can see. I get to run my fastest, At speeds over 103.
I often look behind me, My handler is tiring fast. Sometime it looks doubtful, If the poor soal will last.
It must be hard for handlers, To run at such a pace. I find it very funny, To see their red face.
The judge has now said halt, Darn good thing I think. My handler is getting sweaty, He's giving off a stink.
Oh no, here comes the awful part, What I go through to be a star. Hey wait just a minute, My legs don't stretch that far.
My handler grabs my mouth, Yanks it open for all to see. The judge is counting teeth, Didn't nobody ask me.
Oh look, I see my Mom, She's jumping up and down. The judge looked at mom, With a very horrible frown.
Now we are running around again, The judge has yelled slow. My mom called my name, But now where did she go.
I run my little heart out, Everytime I hear my name. But everytime I get there, She's gone and moved again.
The judge has made his choices, Horray, he pointed to me. Can I please have my rosette, I have to go out and pee.
The show is now all over, I really did my best. My handler is going home, he said, He really needs a rest.
The rosette is on the mantle, My head's on Mom's lap. I know I made her happy to-day, Now I'm going to take a nap."
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