Gordon's Giant Schnauzers

11/26/2022

11/26/2022

Moma and babies are doing great! Send me a message if you have a deposit down

10/30/2022

Looking for a home
Chiweeni

10/23/2022

Welcome to the family little girl (not named yet)

10/23/2022

Another beautiful face

10/15/2022

Some happy folks headed out to live the "Giant" life!

10/15/2022

Gentle giants. Lap dogs.
Piper, such a good girl!

10/06/2022

More beautiful faces today

10/03/2022

How many schnauzers can one get in a recliner

10/01/2022

First trip to the vet.

10/01/2022

Piper says that was a good game Bama! Roll tide Roll!

10/01/2022

09/24/2022

Nap time....
No matter their size they are still lap dogs

09/24/2022

A few pics of the big/littles

09/17/2022

Still have some av girls!

09/17/2022

Photos from Gordon's Giant Schnauzers's post

09/12/2022

09/09/2022

Nursery is almost complete!

09/09/2022

Some happy folks with their Gordon's Giant Schnauzers! Love seeing the happy faces!

09/07/2022

Piper taking a break

08/31/2022

Perfect faces

08/28/2022

Puppies are here! If you have a deposit please contact me

06/28/2022

Concrete down for puppy room!

06/03/2022

Work in progress!

03/21/2022

Playing with the new photo app

03/09/2022

Welcome to Gordon's Giant Schnauzers Alex. Our new import from Serbia. 7 months old.

02/06/2022

Giant puppies are growing so fast!

02/06/2022

I also breed miniature schnauzers. Just a few candid shots of Millie and Murphy

01/29/2022

Eyes are opening...
Laying all comfortable just growing so fast not a care in the world...

01/28/2022

Murphy

01/28/2022

What is personal space
Millie and Murphy..

01/27/2022

Little Murphy growing into the sweetest little man

01/27/2022

Mini pups are growing

01/27/2022

Giant puppies are growing!

01/14/2022

Proud parents
AKC
Grace and Profit
Born 1/12/2022

10/05/2019

Chaos and co.

08/06/2019

06/24/2019

I did not author this, but I couldn't have said it better myself.
Dear Past And Future Puppy Owners
I loved them first. I thought of you years before you even realized. I planned for and cared about your baby long before you started thinking of adding to your family. I worried about your future with that puppy before you knew there would be one.
There were hours upon hours spent researching lines for the parents of your puppies. Going over breeder after breeder, choosing not only my pet but looking for a dog that will make you your pet. Worrying if you'd be happy, if I had chosen correctly and your puppy would grow up healthy and happy. Going over puppy after puppy with fellow breeders, running over my program with as many knowledgeable breeders as I can, determined to not miss anything. Tracing lines back as far as I could, learning the ins and outs not only for my knowledge but so that I was informed, prepared to go over every detail with you, to answer the questions that sometimes you don't even ask.
Then there's years of watching your puppies parents grow. Loving them and enjoying them as part of my family. Taking them every where I can, training them, socializing them, watching how they fill out. Asking myself I had made the right choice in both of them. Scrutinizing their conformation, how they move, and their temperament. There was the stress of health testing. Praying not only that my babies were healthy but that they had the genes to make your baby healthy.
Finally came the time to put your puppies parents together. For the next 63 days I worried, I obsessed, I grew excited. I watched your puppies mom like a hawk. Making sure my baby was ok, monitoring her diet better than I do my own. Concerned that she was getting enough of the right nutrients and that your growing baby was getting the best start possible. I spent hours on the couch, floor, and dog bed with her watching her tummy grow and anxiously waiting. As your baby and mine grew I laid my hands on her tummy and felt the first movements of your puppy. As the time grew close I spent most nights in the nursery with her. Making sure she didn't go into labor without me knowing, in case something went wrong and one of our babies needed help. When labor started my whole life stopped. I spent every second with her. Your baby was born into my hands and I held my breath as I cleaned them up, watching for movement and breathing, cleaning them up, checking them over, and wondering if you'd love them as much as I already did. I helped your babies brother when mom got tired and he was stuck. I cried when your babies sister didn't make it.
For the first 8 weeks most of my life was filled with your baby. Watching them grow and making sure I was doing everything possible to make sure they started their lives the right way. Making sure each one was getting enough to eat, enough socialization time, that they were de-wormed and given their shots. I was the first person they saw when they opened their eyes. I spent my weeks playing with them and keeping them safe.
I searched for you and interviewed you. As you spoke I tried to read your character. Would you love them as much as I do? Would you bring them in as part of your family? Would you care for this tiny life that I brought into this world that I am responsible for? Some of you were turned away but some of you were welcomed into our family. The day you took your baby home was harder than I'd ever let on. I was excited for you but I was also terrified. Had I chosen correctly? Were you who you seemed to be?
My love and worry didn't end there. I thought about your baby regularly, saddened when I didn't get updates, ecstatic when I did. I hoped you were caring for your baby the way I care for mine. I answered your questions happily and answered them again just as happily to your babies siblings new parents. When your puppies sister ate a couch I stayed up that night she was at the vets, waiting to hear that she was ok. When their brothers parents decided he no longer fit in their life I welcomed him home, sorry that I had chosen wrong for him and promised him it wouldn't happen again.
I loved your baby first and I will never stop.
-Author Unknown-

01/26/2019

12/21/2018

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10156963480443979&id=327259138978

"SANTA'S EYES FULL OF TEARS"
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With no thought of the DOG filling their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Knew he was cold, but didn’t care about that.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Figuring the dog was free and into the trash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When what to my wandering eyes should appear,
But Santa Claus—HIS EYES FULL OF TEARS!
He unchained the dog, once so lively and quick,
Last year’s Christmas present, now so thin and so sick.
More rapid than eagles he called the dog’s name.
And the dog ran to him, despite all of his pain;
“Now DASHER! Now DANCER! Now PRANCER! Now V***N!
On COMET! On CUPID! On DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Let’s find this dog a home where he will be loved by ALL!”
I knew in an instant there would be no gifts this year,
For SANTA CLAUS had made one thing quite clear;
The gift of a dog is not just for the season,
We had gotten the pup for all the wrong reasons.
In our haste to think of giving the children a gift,
There was one important thing that we had sadly missed.
A DOG SHOULD BE FAMILY, and cared for the same!
You don’t give a gift and then put it on a chain!
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,
“You were not given a gift—You were given a LIFE!!!