Rowlett's Companions

I recently found this posted on craigslist by an anonymous author but I believe it truly speaks of what we are about ...

• 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 favor of turning that all important puppy into your next fabulous pet.
  
  A 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 into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
  
  A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble dogs and puppies once snoozed.
  
  A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle.
  
  A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the Breeder to handle all the chores and challenges the next day.
  
  A Breeder's 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 Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
  
  A Breeder's ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver), often deaf to criticism.
  
  A Breeder's 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 Breeder's 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.
  
  The Breeder's heart is often broken,but it beats strongly with hope everlasting...and it's always in the right place!
  

Our Business

Here at Rowlett's Companions it is Our Goal to make families whole with one of our wonderful, loveable babies ! 

Who We Are

We are a family in rural Central California. We live on 2 1/2 acres in the Joshua Tree Forest. We are minutes from beautiful Isabella Lake and the Giant Sequioa Trees!  I grew up raising hunting dogs with my grandfather in NorthWest Missouri. In 2004 we got our first Boxer. Benson is a family pet but it inspired me to study the breed more and to begin our Boxer breeding program. In 2006 we whelped our first litter of Boxers! And have been knee deep in their love ever since! In 2008 we whelped our first Bostons and those little cuties will steal your heart before you ever have a chance to say NO!