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Greg & Amy McLogan | Cape Coral, FL | 239-945-4583
What you should know about us:
Our puppies and adult dogs do not eat kibble or processed dog food. They eat a home prepared, raw food diet based on the principles of Dr. Ian Billinghurst and Juliette Levy. If you are interested in this diet, it is a good idea to purchase the books "Give Your Dog a Bone" by Ian Billinghurst and The Ultimate Diet by Kymythy Schultz or "The Complete Herbal Handbook for the Cat and Dog" by Juliete Levy. We believe very strongly in the advantages of this diet. See our Food and Nutrition page for more information. Our principles and beliefs on vaccines also differ from the majority. The immune system was made to function with little interference. You can read the book "Natural Immunity" by Pat McKay to better understand. You can view the Weimaraner Club of America's vaccination protocol on our Vaccination page. Please understand that we want the best for our puppies, and we will offer our support to you however we can. We raise our puppies with tender love and care and the utmost in socialization. Therefore, we are very picky (yes, downright picky) about who adopts our dogs. When we breed, we aim to improve the overall quality of our dogs with each carefully planned breeding. We do this through selective breeding, health testing and pedigree research. We hold an open policy with all puppy buyers, inviting them to visit our home and our dogs. We are honest and up front about health problems and known genetic problems in our bloodlines (NO line is free of them, no matter what you are told). AND - if you cannot keep your dog after adopting him or her, we WILL take him back. What we should know about you: Much like raising a baby, you need to get up in the middle of the night with a young puppy. Puppies need to eat 3-4 times a day. They need consistency in training and raising. Puppies need to get out of the house and see what awaits them in the world; take them to the store, to the park, to meet kids and adults.
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::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Two breedings planned for 2008 Litter #1: BIS Ch Unity Juscanis Surely Temple (summer 08) We are currently in the planning stages for two breedings. The dams can be seen on "Our Weimaraners" page. When sires are determined, this page will be updated. If you are interested in a puppy from this litter, please email your answers to the questions found on this page to greg@kinetic-unity.com. Also, don't forget about all the wonderful dogs in rescue. In Florida, visit www.flweimrescue.com. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: We have puppies! 1 black girl, 1 red girl, 5 black boys and 4 red boys were born March 13, 2008. Can Ch Royolyn The Ice Man x Kinetic Wonder Woman Hogan and Halle (pictured below) are the parents of the puppies. This breeding is a slight linebreeding on both sides of the pedigree. You can view it here. For information, contact Amy amy@kinetic-unity.com or 239-945-4583.   We have chosen to breed to Hogan for three distinct reasons. First, he comes from an entire pedigree of outstanding temperaments. Second, his dam is one of our favorite bitches, and her pedigree has an incredible amount of longevity throughout. Third, Hogan has produced lovely puppies, and he is the right mix of genotype (pedigree) and phenotype (structure) for Halle. Hogan is OFA Good, vwd Carrier, Thyroid Normal, CERF clear. Halle is from our breeding of Kafka to Elite. She has a gorgeous head and an above average front assembly. Her temperament is flawless, with her being adequately guardy yet level-headed, trustworthy, and lovable! We are fortunate to have the opportunity to breed her. Halle is a vwd carrier, liver enzymes normal and thyroid low-normal. If you are looking for a puppy, and we cannot provide one for you, we recommend you contact DPCA Breeder Referral Chairperson, Irina Sasu, at 512-458-1818 or DPCABreederReferral@earthlink.net. You can also click here to view the directory. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Dear Potential Puppy Buyer,
You asked a lot of good questions today, and I will be happy to provide you with copies of the health testing I've done on the parents of your prospective puppy (in the event that you do get one) as well as with references from other dog people. What I ask of you in return is to please call me immediately if a health problem arises. You have obviously done some homework and tried to learn about the breed before you talked to me. I appreciate and admire your dedication already. There will more to learn in the future, and I hope that you will always feel free to ask me questions, but that you will also continue to try to learn on your own. I can teach you what I know, but part of your responsibility to your new puppy is to educate yourself and others who come into contact with your dog. I've asked you for
references and I will check them, but I am not the FBI. Please be
as honest with me as you want me to be with you. Do not try to
"sell yourself" by I am a little insulted that you think my puppy price is negotiable. I will not gouge you, but please don't insult me by asking me to lower my price for you, or by comparing me to other people who may be selling for considerably less. What you're telling me is that you value your money more than a well bred dog who will bring you a lifetime of joy. That does not say good things about your future as an owner of one of my Dobermans. I have learned that people with this mentality rarely keep their dogs for life. On the flipside of the coin, if you decide to go to the lowest available price I hope that you realize anyone who is so desperate to sell their puppies that they will take "best offer" or try to sell you more than one at a reduced "two for" price are a very bad risk, and not someone I think anyone should buy from. I took the time to tell you about my dogs, their history, health and my investment in them. I did not do this because I have time to waste; I did it because I feel it is important to anyone wanting to add a dog to his family. I may have a puppy in mind for you. Please tell me more about yourself so that I have a better idea about which of my babies will suit you. And yes, that means you may not walk in the door and pick for yourself. I am sorry if that disappoints you, but I know my puppies' dispositions and their strengths and weaknesses. It is far more important to me that my puppy be happy in your home, and that you end up happy with the temperament of your new dog than if you get "the pretty one" or "the one that ran to you first". If I have several puppies that I believe may equally suit you, those are the puppies I will offer to you. The rest are "not available". Please don't be insulted; the rules are the same for everyone.
Please know that I want to hear from you. If I call you, please return my messages, and please know how thrilled I will be if you call me out of the blue! I want to know how this little guy is doing, what fun things you have done with him, what problems arise, what silly nonsense he has been up to. It doesn't have to be often, but when you have the time please stay in touch. I ask that you always be kind to this little guy. If you hurt him in anyway, you will have taken a dagger to my heart. Always know, that even on his very worst day, I loved him first! And when the end comes, as much as it will hurt you, please let him go with grace. Please do not let him suffer, but please try to remember to give him one last stroke and a kiss from me. I brought him into this world; I got him started in life; I loved him first. Original article is © Copperhill Boxers (some changes were made for this website)
How could you? (Get your tissues ready)
My housetraining 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, 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 have defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. 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 or cat, 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 goodbye 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 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, 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. 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 meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. The End
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We
do not have a kennel facility (in fact, most 'breeders' who advertise
and show large kennels with puppies always available for sale are
indeed puppy mills). All puppies are born and raised in our home,
where they are the center of attention until they leave for their new
homes at 8-12 weeks of age. Puppies and dogs fare much better in
life and as individuals if they are home raised and given human
attention and socialization from the beginning of their lives. All
puppies have their dew claws removed, tails docked and the Dobermans
have their ears cropped prior to leaving us. Please do not
ask us to leave these procedures undone. 
Today
we talked about you adopting a puppy from me. I have some
concerns, which I want to talk to you about. What exactly is it
that you want? First you say you want a show puppy, then say you
really just want a pet. Then you say you want a show quality dog
(even the pick of the litter) to take home and spay or neuter.
Then you talk about possibly breeding. You have to understand that
I am suspicious. Please don't be dishonest with me - I have had other
people do this in the past, and it accomplishes nothing. There is
no shame in wanting "just a pet" and if that is what you want,
please say so. If what you really want is a breeding/show prospect
tell me that, too. If you don't know the difference or you want to
know more about showing, please ask. Do understand that my pets
are sold on non-breeding contracts in Canada and on limited registration
in the USA. If you think that telling me what "I want to
hear" will make everything right, you are wrong. It only
causes problems down the road.
making claims that aren't true. If you chose to be dishonest with
me, think about how you would feel if I lied to you about a health test,
a dog's age at death or cause of death, or worse - his temperament!
You may pull something over on me, but our relationship will be
permanently damaged and I will not trust you again. I would rather
sell to an honest janitor than to a dishonest millionaire.
If
you do get a puppy from me, please respect my wishes and my knowledge in
the breed. I will be checking up on how he is doing, will remind
you when the time comes for him to be neutered, and will also remind you
about diet and vaccination requirements. I would ask that you hold
yourself equally as responsible as you expect me to be. Exercise good
judgment. Please provide the very best food for my baby, as I have
outlined for you in our agreement. Please take my puppy to a progressive
vet who is "up" with the newest veterinary developments - and
challenge the vet's knowledge when you feel the need. Please keep
my puppy safe by utilizing a leash, a crate, and a fenced yard.
Please use care with toxic exposures, whether that be lawn chemicals,
vaccinations, household products or medications/preventatives.
Please keep my puppy safe from big bad dogs, from being run over by a
car, from children who are too rough, and yet, please do not stifle this
puppy's development by going too far in the other direction. In
other words, please utilize your common sense! You went to the trouble
to find yourself a responsible breeder, now please be a responsible
owner.
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. 
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.