Bernese Mountain Dogs

2012 March Expecting! Very Busy Year!

at Parrott Ranch

AKC Approved!

Happy New Year!

Purchasing agreement is under the forms at the bottom. Also we have posted our guarantee for you to review as well. We are considered Hobby Breeders. must have to say these are our children.

	Meet Bob! Our newest and most photo genetic baby! Bob was stepped on at 4 weeks and dislocated his elbow so now he is with us! His elbow is 100% fine but we could not possibly part with him.I want to work on his own page! He just got his OFA and we have all that fun stuff to add. What a case! We hope to attend Del Mar for February! We want to show him off.
	This is our Max! He is four in November 2011 weighs in at 145 pounds. Check Max's Page! We look forward to seeing what more of his babies in 2010! Great sire!
	Chester is High Mountains Expressions. Going to be a Daddy This year for 2012! Looking forward to his wonderful bone structure and are just putting his page together.
	Our little Bessie! She is one of a kind and a true love in our lives. Very devoted and has gorgeous babies. We hope for a litter later in 2012 from her. Can't wait!
	Clover is a female from one Sissy and she is just a real star around here! She is going to be very wide bodied and make a great momma dog. These where used in the commercial for Purina dog food. She had one puppy on 9/28/10 a male. He is a huge puppy.
	Charlotte is Expressions of a Harlot! She is due this year to have puppies! Charlotte is one of our own babies! Tall girl lots of bone structure. Her nose is black now.
	Strawberry is our girl with the new babies! Her and Max made wonderful babies. 5 total 3 boys and 2 girls! All perfectly marked born on 9/4/2011.
	This is our Gracie! She is out of Shep and Sissy. She is a proven to be great mama dog.
	Me feeding extra stuff to the kids. The old saying about old dogs really is true. These are the most wonderful special dogs in the world. Old Swiss Expression: Three years he is a young dog...three more years he is a good dog.... Three more years and he is an old dog....Any left after that is a gift from God!
	Puppy Gallery! After they go home!
	Forms Pages and Information Needed to help you to decide if this is the dog for you.

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!

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

(1) They live here. You don't.
(2) If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture. That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.
(3) I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
(4) To you, they are animals. To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

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