This is Buddy, a sweet wonderful boy, 16 wks old and ready to go to his new home.

Please call or email for more information on him.

Dear Donna
I wanted to drop you a quick note to tell you how well Turley is doing in her new home.  We absolutely adore her!!  She is so sweet, well-behaved and easy going.  She is a total love.  The kids are crazy about her and play with her all of the time.  We are continuing the crate training and she is doing really well.  She was a little hesitant to poop outside in the snow at first but is quickly learning.  She stays in the crate all night and we don't hear a peep from her.  We take her with us in the car and she is either on one of the kids laps or sleeping on the seat next to me.  I always turn the seat warmers on and she really likes that!  We had a birthday party here last night and the fire alarm accidentally went off and she stayed totally calm, our friends were amazed!  She is such a sweet, little dog and we are so happy.  Thanks so much!

Have a very Merry Christmas!  I will send you a picture shortly of Turley with Morgan and Santa Claus.  He comes around to all of the houses in our town on a firetruck and the kids ran up to him and thanked him for sending Turley!

Take care,
Kathy in NJ.


 

 

My dearest Donna

I am still grinning ear to ear after spending the day with you yesterday!  Oh my word . . . your puppies are beyond compare with each little beastie cuter than the previous.  It astounds me how well behaved the dogs were and of course I am amazed at how clean you keep the puppy pens.  There is no question that your ‘babes’ are loved and cherished. I can’t imagine them having a better “Mom.”

 

Thank you again for letting us come over and monopolize your day.  I loved getting a chance to see your new puppies and Norfolk’s and am amazed at the quality of your breeding stock.  Twig’s puppies are gorgeous as is Twig herself… 

I really truly wouldn’t have traded yesterday for all of the money in the world.  I had a ball spending time with you and will always cherish your darling pups.  You are an amazing woman Donna . . . how you handle all that you do with these babies is beyond me . . .

Meg

 

                                                                 Jan. 19, 2008 

Good Morning Donna,

It's a cold, rainy, dreary old Saturday morning here and from the looks of the 

weather map, you're getting the same.  I remind myself that rain or shine, heat 

or cold, you must tend the pups . . . letting out those who need exercise, 

letting in those who need people time.  I offer a continual thank you for your 

diligence, patience and tireless efforts so that we may have the very finest 

puppies in the whole wide world.

Barkus is now 9 months old . . . breathtakingly handsome, shiny-eyed (he loves 

to roll is his eyes which is one of his favorite forms of communication), a coat 

that is beyond belief (Carol can't get over how thick and luscious it is in his 

first year) and the temperament of an angel.  He is calm, mellow, very sweet and 

loving and hysterically funny.  He is a lap pup, so all my dreams have come 

true.  He and Journey continue to grow closer and closer and John and I laugh 

uncontrollably at their ridiculous terrier games which they carry on inside and 

out.  Barkus, unlike Journey, loves nothing better than going for a walk, so he 

and I take a long walk each morning varying the scenery with our moods and 

whims.  Journey comes alive after sunset and accompanies us on another long walk 

down to the creek after dinner each evening.  John and I have our late afternoon 

coffee down by the pond, relaxing and feeding the fish, while J. and B. 

investigate all the wonders of our big back yard.  

This week a Great Blue Heron landed by the pond, attracted by our sculpture of a 

Great Blue Heron (who we think must look like a drop dead beautiful female) and 

Barkus let out a squeak of sheer joy as he bounded off to catch the "big bird."  

The Heron said "Krrrooonk", Barkus stopped dead in his tracks and sat down to 

contemplate the situation (which he does with great regularity when he doesn't 

understand something) before resuming the chase.  He rarely chases anything . . 

. squirrels as yet hold no interest, but occasionally he likes to see Lucy, our kitten, climb a tree.  He and Journey chase each other around the 

pond and love to play "I've got the stick and you don't!"

Barkus has completed his basic obedience classes which qualified him to start 

puppy agility last week.  No surprise to either you or me, he has taken to it 

like a duck to water.  He LOVES it!  He is afraid of nothing and loves jumping, 

tunneling, running up the A-frame and the dog walk, hopping through the tire . . 

bring it on . . . he's ready.  We have a nice class . . . about 8 or 9 other 

puppies all of whom have nice manners and are enthusiastic to learn.  I don't 

think Carol has ever gotten to train a Norfolk and despite her love of big dogs 

and Yellow Labs in particular, she is totally smitten with Barkus and awed by 

his intelligence, humor and outstanding ability.  She teaches new things using 

him for the example.  Barkus, for his part, is besotted with Carol and would 

turn back flips for her if she asked.

The long and the short of it, Donna, is that Barkus is the finest puppy dog in 

the whole universe and John and I continually pinch ourselves trying to believe 

the great good fortune that brought him into our lives.  There are not enough 

words to express our gratitude and lifelong thanks for allowing us to have the 

very best present we've ever received.

I hope all is well at Trinity and that somehow you and Michael find wee, small 

snippets of time to relax.  Please know that we love you both very dearly and 

include you in our prayers daily.

Puppy love,

 John, Journey, Barkus and Peg