WEST WIND SAINT BERNARD'S
OUR FACILITY
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When pups are older, Here is where our babies are introduced to other animals
We have cats, horses,donkeys and birds
This is our home, this is where our dog's are introduced to plenty of love, training and  exercise
We are a licensed facility and inspected yearly.
We maintain and exceed State, County and
Township guidelines.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Some of our previous puppies sold
We live on 61 acres in the Michigan countryside, and currently have about 20 dogs. 
My furry friends are not kennel dogs, they have taken over my house, garage,barn,kennels, and land, and they have a good time
I feel its important for my dogs to get out and explore the property everyday, it keeps their muscles,mental attitude digestive system,and everything in overall good health.

The dogs are allowed to exercise and enjoy the outdoors but have their own building to go to if weather is extreme or they need a nap or want their own "space"
Everyone has to have hugs and bellyrubs and time out

It is important to us to provide the best environmental conditions for the dogs to be healthy and happy. 
All dogs are let out to run and play a minimum of twice a day as well as having all food, water dishes and facilities cleaned twice a day.
Make sure you want a puppy and have the time,money and love to have them part of your life !!!
This short piece is NOT something I want to hear of one of my pups.
Be SURE you want one and if something happens that you can't keep one then contact me to find another placement.  These dogs are amazing and anyone is lucky to have the love one of these babies can provide.
2007 pup
2009 pup
2011 pup
2007 pup
2005 pups
2010 pup
2003 pup
2012 pup
Recently was adopted by a             
peacock, he showed up and  watches over all the animals. We really enjoy his company, I named him Handsome , because he is
We have a separate area in the house for puppies, the whelping area is kept very warm for the babies and they are on video, audio and temperature monitors at all times.
Raising the babies is all about health, cleanliness and proper nutritio
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We are very proud of all our animals , even the ones that don't go into the show;ring
We have been very blessed with wonderful animals that are the center of attention, wherever we go, people are drawn to them and the dogs love the attention.
We have several over the years featured in newspapers, calenders, and had one recently do a TV commercial for a real estate company; also had one in florida that  the new owner was contacted for a photo shoot for animal planet.
We have had some truly wonderful pups that have been placed in loving homes all over the united states and canada; and several have been sold as greeters for businesses and hotels.  We couldn't be more proud of each and every one of them.
Dogs don't care what color you are, If you are thin or fat, rich or poor, tall or short , have scars or burns
They will love you--even if you don't love them.
What a beautiful world it would be if all people had hearts like dogs
Recently went to a huge dog event and saw about 3000 dogs with caring owners---makes you wonder then how so many are surrendered to shelters and killed each year.
After spending so many years with this breed and raising so many dogs over the years, we have gained a wealth of knowledge and experience but of course life is an ongoing learning process so we are still learning and growing.  We have a network of veterinarians and friends to help us along and maybe we can help someone as well.
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There are no bad dogs--people just need to teach them how to be good dogs
Don't punish them for your failure
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 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.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream, and I remember nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams and I believed life could not be more perfect.
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, 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 them 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.     As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbl;y legs and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch--because your touch was now so infrequent.
There was 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; but these past few years, you answered "yes" and changed the subject  
I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog"  Now , you have a new career opportunity in another city and you will be moving into 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 age dog, even one with "papers"
You had to pry your sons fingers 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, and avoided my eyes. 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"
At first , whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you, that you 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 for attention with the frolicking 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, I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. She placed me on a table and rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was no 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 tourniquiet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way 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 eyes and murmured "
How could you"     Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, 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--a place of light and love so very different than 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.
Anyone want to know , from a dogs view what its like to be "disposable"-----read
this short piece written by Jim Willis--- title----How Could You ?