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|CH pack from left.: Ozzie, Sami, Bodhi, Kassie, Tasha, Ginger, summer 2011
For your consideration:
to our website. CraneHill is owned by 2 dog lovers who enjoy the companionship, challenges, antics and protection of our pack
every single day. We treat our canine "kids" as if they were our human children, with the utmost care, dedication,
affection, and even-tempered discipline within a nurturing, structured, highly-active environment. We expect–and, in
fact, require–our puppy parents to provide the same. CraneHill is currently breeding only German Shepherd dogs.
but we look forward to adding an exceptional, top-quality Doberman Pinscher breeding line in the near future. Anyone considering
our puppies should be aware that we are very selective about our breedings, and very picky about our puppy placements. Working
dogs are not a good fit for everyone, and we have reinforced this lesson through deep experience with many dogs and people.
Strange how the human side of this world seems to be where problems are most prevalent. People are sometimes selfish enough
to put up fronts to get what they want. Dogs do not, nor do we. We sincerely do our best to match our dogs with qualified,
responsible owners that will nurture them with care so they may fully develop and flourish. So, if you are seriously interested
in GSD's and well-versed in the realities of owning and raising a highly-intelligent, no-excuses working dog that may challenge
your very concept of what a life-long committment really is, we invite you to contact us. We are happy to share information
on our dogs, puppies for placement, training tips, and how we handle contractual transactions. Let our dog experience and
knowledge assist you in the decision-making process of choosing a puppy, even if GSD's may not be the right breed for your
family. And, if you do join our expanded family of puppy parents, we look forward to sharing your unique experiences as well.
Meet Laszlo, the only remaininig available puppy from
the "Play it again, Sami" litter. $1,300.00 (no breeding rights). He has his shots UTD, rabies vaccination, wormed,
microchipped, crate trained, almost completely housebroke, getting tons of socialization and house time with our pack. He
is a fantastic, loving, boy who loves to rumble. Click on his photo below to go to his puppy page. Updated photos coming soon.
Socialization is important
Moira (Bodhi's mother), Mahayana (Hani--Bodhi's daughter) and Bodhi at ArtPrize in Grand Rapids, Michigan where they
encountered and walked among 1000's of people. Dogs must learn to relax and calmly follow their owners in the midst of chaos.
|The Noir factor: Moira (of Mondoucu GSD's), Hani and Bodhi Sept. 2013
Good bye, dear friend...
|Ozzie left us on August 23rd, 2012, way too soon.
|The best dog we have ever known, by far, is no more. We are diminished but do not forget.
Long Live Ozzie!
Our friend, an unforgettable canine person, a special presence, our beloved spirit guide. He
came to us years ago, but it takes just a blink of the eye to remember his whole life. Ozzie was a dog, but he stood for something
truly special on this earth. Ozzie was a unique person, a tender soul who brought us peace, sentience and love each and every
The story of our best dog, Ozzie:
Early November, 2000. It was before the real cold hit us, but at the point where summer was long since a memory
that we found Ozzie. I wish I could say it was all planned out and expected, but it was just a happy randomness. Scooter,
my wife's high school Norwich terrier, had passed on first of the month, so I had a notion. I can still remember looking in
the newspaper at the classified ads, finding exactly one prospect for what I was searching for: "Doberman Pinscher puppy.
Black and tan, 3 1/2 months old, very sweet natured…" My throat tightened as I dialed the phone. I spoke
to the breeder and found that they were located in northern Indiana, between South Bend and Elkhart. "We will see you
this Friday", I said, feeling good about that first conversation. It all took me back to my first dog, Rudy, the floppy-eared,
red & rust Doberman Pinscher of my college years. Rudy was a very large, very smart and unfathomably good-natured boy
who literally taught me what dogs really are. How they challenge, test and reward you each and every day and rarely ever look
for anything but your love and affection. I hoped the trip to Indiana would be a good next step after the loss of Scooter
for my Marcy.
We loaded up my car with the kid and drove off with no real expectations to
the appointment with the breeders. It took us about an hour to reach the destination, and we pulled up into a farmish-looking
property, greeted by a number of barking dogs. Not the voices of Dobermans, as I recall, but smaller, noisier barking. The
Doberman bark is a certain thing in this world, not to be mistaken for the nervous voices of lesser dogs. A Doberman bark
of full intention cannot be ignored. It makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you wonder what kind of trouble
you may be in for…No indeed, the folks also had a pretty good number of Miniature Pinschers on the property and they
announced our arrival with vigor. A nice older couple met us, along with a very curious and friendly female Doberman. "No,
she is not the Mom," the woman told us, "she is the Aunt of this litter". The Dobe endeared herself to Marcy
and Chris right away, putting her head in their laps and asking very politely if they might pet her head just a bit, her eyes
sweet and sparkly. We also noticed that they had some barns on the property and wondered if horses lived with them as well.
Then, we saw the young boy dog.
He loped out from the back of the property with grace and
confidence. The first glimpse of him made me smile spontaneously. "Oh, he's a lot bigger than I had hoped" Marcy
exclaimed, expressing maybe a tinge of disappointment at the long , lanky pup before her. That notion lasted exactly until
she made eye contact with him. Then, everything was right. We were off on our new dog adventure. We met both parents of the
pup, and found the Dad to be a lot like Rudy - calm, confident and so sweet-natured, even to total strangers. The pup played
about the whole time we were there, chasing a cat, running around one of their ponies, showing us that he was fun and active
and finding his own way with ease. Just like a Doberman Pinscher should.
We learned that the
woman had recently suffered some health problems and had originally intended to keep and show the pup. He certainly had the
looks, His ears had been cropped for showing already but one of them still drooped over, giving him a goofy look. But his
eyes conveyed everything but goofiness. "I am THAT dog" they said to us. We discussed the one defect we found, which
was improperly removed dew claws that would likely need to be treated again surgically, agreed on a price and off to the ATM
I went to get the payment.
Once we had the pup in our car, he immediately took his place
in Marcy's lap, putting his head on her shoulder and seeming to ask if everything was alright. She hugged him close and laughed
about his position. We talked about how to best introduce the young lad to our 6 year old Rottweiler, Maddie, when we got
him home. "You know", I said, "we have had a very calm and stable home up until now with just Maddie in the
house. This puppy is going to bring us some chaos…"
And that became his name: "Lord
Chaos Conundrum Maddie's Problem" or, Ozzie, short for Chaos. It worked out very well whenever we would say "OK,
Oz…" Oh, Chaos it came out. Funny for a long time was that. We stopped on the way home to let the spud pee near
a parking area, which he did happily. I noticed how easily he got back in the car after knowing us for maybe an hour. Marcy
smiled a lot and Chris was happy with our acquisition. We had our new boy and we named him Ozzie. He never once lived up to
(down to?) his name's predicted outcome.
At one point, I told Marcy that this was going to be different.
I knew she had always loved dogs and had always given each of hers a special place in her heart, but I also remembered my
Rudy and the high level of dog ownership he took me to, so I tried to explain that to her in advance. "This is a Doberman,
dear. There' s so much more going on with this type of dog, I just hope it all works out." I guess she must have thought
I was just yanking her chain at the time. But now she fully knows what I meant.
is just something about the Doberman breed. As with all dog breeds there are good and bad examples and every individual is
different, just like with people. But when you get a special one, you will never be the same person again. Ozzie proved to
us so many times and in so many ways that he was beyond special. He never failed to make friends with new people and was absolutely
the most trustworthy dog you can imagine. He never showed unnecessary aggression. He always thought one step ahead of the
situation and made the best decisions, every time. Most people cannot come close to his level of understanding and refined
ability to "be in the moment" no matter what. He fit in perfectly with Maddie, never giving her any trouble or cause
for concern. He played with her at her pace and showed her respect all the way until she left us as a grizzled old lady dog.
He also showed us his Dobermanly protective side early on, being at the ready to repel anyone or any dog that seemed like
trouble for his Mom. He blasted full-tilt into our back fence at maybe 8 or 9 months of age to scare off the neighbor's barking
canine nuisance that had gotten too close to the fence in his opinion. He kept watch over our family as our son grew up and
Maddie grew old, and when Kassie came along and reshuffled our dog deck almost 6 years ago. We might have lied to Oz just
a little back then, telling him we were getting him a sweet, small girly dog to be his demure little friend. Oops! We
actually got Kassie instead. Regardles, Oz's spiritual nature and positive energy was always a calming, reassuring presence.
Today, with great German Shepherds a big part of our family, I still say, "I love the working
dogs, I am a true German Shepherd lover, but remain a Doberman snob." There will be other Dobermans for us in the future,
I am certain. But there will never be another Ozzie. He was a very influential part of our canine pack leadership team, along
with Kassie and Bodhi, and his presence was a positive factor for all the puppies we have raised in the last few years. Ozzie
was a focal point for those young dogs and he accepted their inquiries with calmness and affection. Not something you might
expect from the non-breeding old man of our pack, but he was the same with every new pup and they all learned from him. "Nothing
to get excited about, everything is cool. Just follow me and I will lead you along. No need to make a fuss, we've got you,
Ozzie lived with us for only a brief moment in time, but his impression is so deep and enduring.
If you knew him, send your love to Marcy. If you did not, give your love to your dog for us. If you don't have a dog, you
have our continuing sympathies. Life lived without a dog is a rough path for humans. Even in our grief over losing our best
boy, we revel in all he brought to our lives.
OZZIE WAS… so we will do our best
to keep his memory alive, but we miss him so much. He can never be replaced, He will never be forgotten. LONG LIVE OZZIE!
Quality, AKC-registered, purebred German Shepherd
Dogs, carefully bred for temperament, beauty, strength, intelligence, compliance and drive.