5 week old pups Meg x Max. Joyful, highly affectionate, confident, well-socialized to humans.
Showing their individuality at 6 weeks old.
From the minute I leave the barn I am being herded by this lot. I can shake them only if I take the stairs.
3-week-old pups Jazz x Pete (my #1 dog) outside for the first time.
At 4-1/2 weeks: curious, friendly, confident explorers. Fully weaned.
Sue x Ormond Mirk Pups 9 Days Old
Line bred to Dewi Jenkins’ international champion, Jock. Pups look almost too perfect, like their sire. Expected to be tough, no-nonsense dogs with push.

Historic Vermont hill farm, now called ‘Thundering Paws’, established c. 1820

“He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.”
THE END



“Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide.”
—John Adams

Never Forget …never give in