DHCrew Kennels

Specializing in SUPER SHORT and Bully dogs based on DHCrew /Gaff/Nevada/Razors Edge

Welcome to DHCrew Kennels

HI ALL. I RAISE AMERICAN BULLYS. A NEW TAKE ON AN OLD BREED THE AMERICAN PIT BULL TERRIER. I LOVE WHAT I DO AND I DO IT FOR LOVE. MANY BREEDERS OUT THERE LIKE TO BACKSTAB AND ARE ONLY CONCERNED WITH THE MONEY THEY CAN MAKE OFF THEIR DOGS. I HAVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 8 YEARS AND I HAVE SEEN AND EXPERIENCED BOTH THE WORST AND THE BEST. I HAVE A 4 YEAR OLD SON BATTLING CANCER WHO LOVES HIS DOGS SO WITH HIM, HIS BROTHER AND SISTER AND ALL THE DOGS I HAVE NO TIME FOR DRAMA. IF YOU WANT A QUALITY BULLY PUPPY, CONTACT ME IF ALL YOU CAN DO IS DOWN TALK ME THAN STAY AWAY BECAUSE I DONT CARE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY. KEEP IT POSITIVE AND KEEP IT REAL. THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS.

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What is 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 commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances,
time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting!
She gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favour of turning that all important Show into this years "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!)
in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle or 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 new-born, literally blowing life
into a tiny, helpless creature
that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeders lap is a marvelous place
where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soiled,
but ever so gentle and sensitive
to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeders back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping,
bending, and sitting in the birthing box,
but are strong enough to enable the breeder to Show
the next choice pup to a Championship.
A Breeders shoulders are stooped
and often heaped with abuse from competitors,
but they're wide enough to support the weight
of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeders arms are always able to wield a mop,
support an armful of puppies,
or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeders ears are wondrous things, sometimes red
(from being talked about) or strangely shaped
(from being pressed against a phone receiver),
often deaf to criticism,
yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy.
A Breeders eyes are blurred from pedigree research
and sometimes blind to her own dog's faults,
but they are ever so keen to the competitions faults
and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeders brain is foggy on faces,
but it can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer.
It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse:
it catalogues thousands of good bonings,
fine ears, and perfect heads...
and buries in the soul the failures
and the ones that didn't turn out.
The Breeders heart is often broken,
but it beats strongly with hope everlasting...
and it's always in the right place !
Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!
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10 Commandments for PIT BULL Ownership

My life is likely to last 15+ years. Separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that BEFORE you get me.
Give me time to understand what you want from me.
Place your trust in me, it is crucial to my well being.
Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, entertainment and friends. I have only YOU.
Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice.
Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget.
Please don't hit me. I have the power to crush your hand with my teeth, but I choose not to do so.
Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right foods or I've been out in the sun too long or my heart is getting old and weak!
Take care of me when I get old. You will get old too.
Go with me on difficult journeys. NEVER say, "I can't bear to watch, or let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if your are there. And always remember, I LOVE YOU
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What Animal Do I Speak Of?

Their love is like no other; their heart is pure as gold.
Yet while going on a friendly walk, they're faced with stares of cold.

They're so very close to human, in how they act and what they do.

Unless you've known their devoted love, it's impossible to explain to you.

They are greatly more MISUNDERSTOOD than any other breed.

We tend to punish this loyal dog, instead of mankind's deeds.

They are always and forever clowns, with a wish for center stage.

Yet while displaying this sense of humor, most people disengage.

They, oh, so want to make new friends, and run and jump and play.

Yet when they happily approach, most people shy away.

Often I've seen children poke, or hop on for a ride.
And when I felt they might get mad, they've only beamed with pride.

I've seen these children yank and pull, with nary a reaction.

Yet media's not interested, unless they've put someone in traction.

They love to snuggle up real close, to give lots of loves and kisses.