Dog Breeds

Pembroke Welsh Corgi's

at Parrott Ranch

   
   Here is a link to our health guarantee and letter of introduction. We are AKC approved but due to our people not registering their babies when they go home we do not have a Breeder of Merit.  Our goal is to,  from this day forward your puppy will be registered completely. We wish to receive the award as we have produced some very nice babies for people and want to be very proud of ourselves.  

 

Bear dog!  He is still missing.  We pray everyday they bring him home. After all it is just a dog! Check out the Blog for him!
This is BJ or Bear Junior as we call him.  He will be a great addition to our lines.  My daughter referred to him as Sneaky Pee! He is a wonderful boy that just loves all the dogs and keeps taking a whipping from the girls.
Petey!  What a awesome dog he is!  Would so excel doing agility!  He is a little power house!  His dad is BJ and mother is Widget! Proof in the breeding.
 

This is the Toad!  He is going to be a wonderful stud dog in the future. Toad has become very close to me.  He took Bear's spot under my desk. He is a real love.

 

Precious is our newest mother dog who has turned out to be a really good mama! 
Irish She is the perfect mother dog. She waits and sneaks off into the closet to have her babies.
Missy Do It! Her page is under construction.
 

Widget is our lttle tri mama that between Toad and her they have all tri's.  We have two boys and 4 girls in this litter.

 

Gallery of babies that have gone to their new homes! We have had babies for some 25 years.  They have been an awesome breed and have little health issues and give plenty of love to those that have one.

 

 

If I Didn't Have A Dog........

I could walk barefoot around the yard in safety.
My house could be carpeted instead of tiled and Laminated/ 
All flat surfaces, clothing, furniture, and cars would Be hair free.
When the doorbell rings, my home wouldn't sound like a kennel.
When the doorbell rings, I could get to the door without
Wading through all the fuzzy bodies who beat me there.
I could sit on the couch and my bed any way I wanted,
Without having to take into consideration how much
Space several fur bodies need to get comfortable.
I would have enough money, and no guilt, to go on a real vacation.
I would not be on a first-name basis with 6 veterinarians,
As I put their yet unborn grandkids through college.
The most used words in my vocabulary would not be:
"out," "sit," "down", "come," "no," "stay,"
And "leave it ALONE.
My house would not be cordoned off into zones with baby gates and makeshift barriers.
I would not talk 'baby talk'. 'Eat your din din'. 'Yummy for tummy...
My house would not look like a day care center, with toys everywhere.
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,
W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T, O-U-T, G-O, R-I-D-E, S-U-P-P-E-R,
And C-O-O-K-I-E.
I would not have as many leaves INSIDE my house as outside/
I would not look strangely at people who think having
ONE dog/cat ties them down too much.
I'd look forward to spring and the rainy season instead
Of dreading them as 'mud' season.
I would not have to answer the question: 'Why do you
Have so many animals?' from
people who will never know the joy of being loved unconditionally 

by the closest thing to an angel they will ever encounter.

How EMPTY my life would be!!!

What is a good breeder??

Good breeders are the guardians of their chosen breed.

Becoming a responsible breeder is a long process as there is much to learn not only about the breed, but about soundness, inheritance, health testing, selecting stock,

 breeding, whelping and the plethora of other factors that go into producing healthy, sound Dogs!!!!!
A Breeder 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, fancy  furniture, and deep pile carpeting! They give up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important Show into this year’s “vacation".

The Breeder goes without sleep  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.
They disregard 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 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, but are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice pup to a Championship.

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, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer. 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 their own dog's faults, but they are ever so 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 a 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

Wish I knew the author as I felt for one time that they where speaking to me.......

 

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Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
(1) eat less,
(2) don't ask for money all the time,
(3) are easier to train,
(4) normally come when called,
(5) never ask to drive the car,
(6) don't smoke or drink,
(7) don't want to wear your clothes,
(8) don't have to buy the latest fashions,
(9) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and
(10) if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ...

WHAT DO YOU DO  WITH THE OLD ONES
Author Unknown

The ones that are past, their glory gone by,
The  ones that didn't win, however they try,
The ones that did win, but later  turned shy,
The first one you bought, that had a light eye.

They're  eating their heads off, the food bills are high.
Find them good homes, the  answer is clear,
But the only good home that mine wants is here.
Their  own special sofa, covered with hairs,

They all cut their teeth on the  dining room chairs.
The safe and familiar paths of their days,
The  garden, the outing, their own funny ways
That only I know... and even their  food
If not given by me, wouldn't taste half as good.

So now I'm  deep in old ones, who're not good at all
Who clutter the sitting room,  kitchen and hall,
Who need to be brushed, to be walked, to be fed,
Who  only want me to put them to bed!

They're faithful and loving and set in  their ways,
So I'm stuck with them all, for the rest of their days,
But  I have to confess that when we do have to part
I'll miss them so much... it  will just break my heart

God and Creation

On the first day of creation, God created the dog.

On the second day of creation, God created man to serve the dog.

  On the third day, God created furniture for the dog to use as he wishes. 

 On the fourth day, God created the tennis ball so that the dog might or might not retrieve it. 

On the fifth day, God created honest toll so that man could labor for the good of the dog.

On the sixth day, God created veterinary science to keep the dog health and the man broke. 

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On the seventh day, God tried to rest... but he had to walk the dog!