About Us...

First of all thankyou for showing an interest in our dogs.

We are Clint & Sarah Morgan. We were first owned by a Rottweiler in 1995, when we got our first boy, Deifer "Majeika Mister Bombastic " he was our baby. I did try showing Deifer, but he never took to it, so he enjoyed spending his time with our cats.

On 11th June 2004 Deifer went to the "Bridge", he is sorely missed by everyone.

Before we lost Deifer we bought him a friend "Madison", our intention was she could keep him happy in his old age, but that wasn't to be.

Madison is not a great example of the breed standard, but she is an excellent advocate for the breed. She is clever, funny and has the manners of a lady. She has excelled in obedience.

Shortly after losing Deifer, I realised my life was missing "A Boy" and while Madison is beautiful and loved like no other, she could never be a "Mommys Boy" and thats when Fredie "Oakprides Apollo of Melaisey JW ShCM" entered our life, and I sure did get what I wanted, he truly is Mommys Boy.

After getting the showing bug, and aquiring our Kennel name, it was time to look for our foundation bitch. The opportunity arose for us to own Faith "Rottivana Vodkamartini of Melaisey"

and hopefully this is were it will begin .............

        Contact Us any time

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  07949 230242

  morgans2806@aol.com

"Lament of a Lady who's gone to the dogs"

 

  There was a time, there really was,

  When I was sweet and tender;

  When SHOW DOG meant a Disney Star,

  and Bitch was not a gender.

  I went to bed at half past ten;

  I went to Church on Sunday;

  On Saturday I baked the cakes

  And did the wash on Monday.

  But then I got a certain pup,

  And an erstwhile friend said, "SHOW",

  And so I did and so I do,

  OH! What I didn't know.

  I used to dress with flair and style,

  That was the life, don't knock it.

  But now each dress from bed to ball

  Must have a good bait pocket.

  I used to have a certain air,

  I wallowed in nice perfume,

  I used to smell of Nuit D' Amour,

  Now I smell like Mr. Groom.

  My furniture was haut decor,

  My pets a tank of guppies.

  Now I've furniture unstuffed,

  And well-adjusted puppies.

  Once I spoke in pristine prose,

  In dulcet tones and frail,

  But now I'm using language,

  That would turn a sailor pale.

  I was taught to be well-groomed

  No matter where I went.

  Now all the grooming that I do

  Is in the Handler's tent.

  I used to long for furs and jewels

  And a figure classed as super,

  Now the thing I yearn for most

  Is a nice new Pooper-Scooper.

  I adored a man who murmured verse

  Through intimate little dinners,

  But now the words I thrill to hear,

  Are just three - "Best of Winners"

  I rise at dawn and pack the car

  The road ahead's a long one.

  The one I routed on the maps

  Invariably's the wrong one.

  I really love this doggy life

  I wouldn't care to change it.

  But when I get that BEST IN SHOW.

  I plan to rearrange it;

  When my time on earth is done

  I'll go without much nudging

  Just give me three weeks closing date

  and let me know who's judging.

 

 

"So what does Clint get up to when Im at a dog show I hear you ask??

 well sometimes he joins me, but most times..........He's "