Puppies, Breedings and Available Dogs

 

 


Scotia will be bred late summer/fall 2014.

After having such a small litter in March of this year, we felt our young girl can handle having one more litter this year so that she can have almost a full year of maternity leave, then back to full time working in 2015.

We are thrilled to announce that she will be bred to a dog we have admired since his arrival in Canada from the UK.  His pedigree is not only amazing, filled with many successful show and working dogs from the UK but also from Europe.

So without further adieu, here he is:

Multi V1, '08 RCC Nat'l BISs, Can/UCI Nat'l/Int'l CH Hanbar Hendrix HIC
AKA 'Jimmy'



His Clearances are:

OFA Hips Good - RO-70429G24M-VPI
OFA Elbows - Right Normal/Left DJD1
OVC Hips/Elbows Normal #0041735
OFA Cardiac Normal - RO-CA4072/20M/C-VPI
CERF Clear - RO-7015
CHIC #62560

This is also a line-breeding back on DT/VDH-CH Gesa von der Scherau
SchH 3 AD BH IPO 3.  I am very excited to see what these two can produce together.  Hopefully this time round Scotia gives us a few more little ones to choose from.

Special thanks to Scotia's breeder, and Jimmy's owner Johnna Glover of Eirian Rottweilers, for allowing this breeding to happen!


BPIS, BOPIS Pendley Sinbad

Aus GCH, NZ CH Rumour Has It By Fantasia Fantasa Jade Budda Eng CH Fantasa Bronze Bruin
Eng CH Fantasa Green Emerald
NZ CH Linden Grange Cut Above NZ CH Romanmoor Recognition at Janfirs
NZ CH Yorlanders Miss Katy
Eng CH Pendley Pansy Potter Eng CH Fernwood Horatio Eng Ch Poirot Wham
Eng CH Fernwood Arabella
Pendley Wallis Eng/Ir CH Pendley Winston
Eng CH Pendley Bertha
Eng CH Hanbar Wendy
'01 Fr-JS, '02 Fr Sieger, '02Landsberg-Lech Sieger, Germ CH Janosch vd Scherau

Rex vh Frick
Int'l CH Rick von Burgthann
Nancy vh Frick
DT-VDH CH Gesa vd Scherau
Fero vd Teufelsbrucke
Germ CH Xelly von Burgthann
Eng CH Hanbar Nula

Kiko Jailbirds Mra-Zus at Gamegards Int'l CH Rick von Burgthann
BISS Mullti V1, Int'l CH Jailbirds Felony N' The First
Eng CH Schutzer Valhalla at Hanbar
Eng CH Svedala The Scandanavian
Hanbar Marja



 

 

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.  ~Ben Williams

 

If you are interested in a puppy from a future breeding, please take a moment to fill out our Puppy Questionnaire!

 

 


 

OUR PUPPIES .....

 

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To reserve a puppy we ask that you fill out our puppy questionnaire (click on the link below) to give us a little information about you.  We also ask for a $300cdn non-refundable deposit, which will be deducted from the purchase price of the puppy .  Should the breeding you reserved a puppy from not result in a puppy of the sex you desired, we will be more than happy to put it toward a future breeding.  PLEASE do not send a deposit until we have had the chance to talk with you and review your puppy questionnaire.

.... are raised in our home and completely under foot of all 5 people in our household.  Our adult dogs live in our home as well, and for this reason and SO MANY others, we like to see that potential puppy buyers are looking for a house pet, not a dog who will live in the yard, dog run or kennel situation.

We also Puppy Aptitude Test our litters at 49 days old (7 weeks old), so as to ensure that we can match the right puppy for each potential puppy buyer.  We DO NOT allow the puppy to pick their home or allow the first puppy that walks up to you to go home with you.  The Rottweiler needs to be correctly placed with the right person, and we feel that having an unbiased, experienced person/persons do our aptitude testing gives us a clearer picture of the temperament of each of the puppies. 

Our puppies are registered with the Canadian Kennel Club on a Non-Breeding agreement and will have a written contract and a 27 month health guarantee.  They leave our home with either a microchip or tattoo, first set of vaccinations and a vet check, they are dewormed, we DO NOT remove front dewclaws.

Please note that after our March 2014 litter we will NO LONGER BE DOCKING TAILS. 

Having enjoyed life with our lovely tailed Scotia, we have decided to let our puppies be as natural as possible including keeping their tails.  You can show and work a tailed Rottweiler just the same as a docked one, so we have made the decision to stop docking our puppies.

 

 

 

Click Here to Go to Our PUPPY QUESTIONNAIRE!!!

 

If we can be of any assistance in locating another reputable breeder, we can help you out there as well.  You can also go to the Rottweiler Club of Canada website to find another code of ethics breeder who may have a litter a little sooner than us.

 

Click Here to see the puppies from our previous breedings!

 

 

Before You Buy A Puppy ....

Please read and consider this

HOW COULD YOU?
By Jim Willis, 2001

When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?"- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more Perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on Your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love. She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" --still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her.

I was happy because you were happy. Then the human Babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time Banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of Love." As they began to grow, I became their friend.

They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch--because your touch was now so infrequent --and I would've Defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of Your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family. I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of
dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness.

You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my Dog!"
And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all Life.

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind-that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.

When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days.

As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes
and murmured "How could you?"
Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to
fend for myself--a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place.
And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" Was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you.
I will think of You and wait for you forever.
May everyone in your

Life continue to show you so much loyalty.
 A Note from the Author:

If "How Could You?" brought tears to your eyes as you read it, as it did to mine as I wrote it, it is because it is the composite story of the millions of formerly "owned" pets who die each year in American & Canadian animal shelters.

Anyone is welcome to distribute the essay for a non-commercial purpose, as long as it is properly attributed with the copyright notice.

Please use it to help educate, on your websites, in newsletters, on animal shelter and vet office bulletin boards. Tell the public that the decision to add a pet to the family is an important one for life, that animals deserve our love and sensible care, that finding another appropriate home for your animal is your responsibility and any local humane society or animal welfare league can offer you good advice, and
that all life is precious. Please do your part to stop the killing, and encourage all spay and neuter campaigns in order to prevent unwanted animals. - Jim Willis

 

 

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