We acquired our first Alaskan Malamute, whom we named “Babe” in 1992. She was a gift for Christmas for me from my husband. I had so much to learn since my mom always had little dogs and I always wanted big dogs. Over the years I have learned a lot about the breed. I also know that I am still learning. My children are all grown now and have families of their own so I do this mostly by myself. This is NOT a family business. It is a hobby of mine and if you see someone here beside me, they are getting paid.
I have worked hard for the last 23 years with the dogs. I am also a certified dog trainer. I do not trust others with my dogs so I interact with my pups ever day and I stay with mom when she is giving birth. I feel that a mom that will not allow you to be around should not be bred. I do not sell breeding rights anymore and I no longer stud my dogs. I am USDA licensed Class A breeder (hobby breeder).
Our dogs are at our home so there is no worry about hours of operation. Someone is usually here. The kennel all scattered out in 3 buildings and the chances of someone answering the door are most likely not going to happen. So please call ahead. We would appreciate no one before 10:00 am and no one after 10:00 p.m. And please try to limit your time here to an hour or less so we have time to do what we need to do as well.
What it takes to be a breeder
A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge and Never really knows it all, one who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitments. One that shares this knowledge and guides those interested.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interest, finances, time, friendships, fancy, furniture, and a deep pile carpet! She gives 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 wiggle and cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be fed at eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth, to save a gasping newborn, 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 dogs are proud and noble heritage often snoozes.
A Breeder’s hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrust of a puppy’s wet nose.
A Breeder’s back and knees are usually arthritic from bending and sitting in the whelping box, but are strong enough to guide that new little Angel to maturity.
A Breeder’s shoulders are often heaped with responsibility, but they’re wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeder’s arm is 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 the phone receiver). Often deaf to criticism, yet always fine tuned to the whimper of an anxious puppy.
A Breeder’s brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer.
A Breed’s Heart is often broken, but beats strongly with Hope Everlasting….and it’s always in the right place! Oh YES there are breeders, and then there are Breeders!!!