Just a quick update, Bonita has 3 Zuni grand babies delivered on February 17th 2010
Next up in the future is the T litter for Eiko x Jexie more on the Kerschberger.com website
The why's and how's of how an innocent love for a certain dog breed can completely mushroom into an obsession that can (probably) never be let go of... Nor would I want to, of course, says the addict
this is a small version of the pic I was looking for >>>>
point, waited 3 hours and then the last one was born. She is recovering quickly and the pups are one week old now. Jexie has joined her pack on our walks to keep her in shape. She is on a hefty raw food diet and eats like a pony three meals a day. She is an awesome Dam just (again) like Lana.
Santamar on the 22nd of December. Boy is she a great whelper.
female, is a needle in a haystack combination. So I am pretty excited to see the pups grow up. Especially the females are of great importance, because from what I have seen is that a line breeding on a great female (such as the result of Zaoa of the Z litter) is that it will (hopefully) in the female pups bring in most of the external charactaristics of the female they were line bred on ie: V2 Ultri.

Uschi and I have quite a history together. I obtained her at age one WITHOUT her papers from her owner. It then took a YEAR to get her papers from the German Schäferhunde Verein and 'socalled' and self-proclaimed scam artist heir to the vom Klebinger Schloß kennel of Germany. It was quite a fight of manipulation and intervention of the SV to get her papers, but resistance was futile and in the end, I succeeded to obtain her registration papers and here we are FOUR years and a half years later!!! THAT is how much I believe in this fabulous female and her incredible bloodline. To boot, Uschi is line bred 2, 3 on 12th in the world Ultri vd Wienerau. Its simply UN beatable!
After that purchase, I was able to bring in Gina vom Trossbachtal. The daugther of one, if not THE best producing male in the GSD world, called Hobby vom Gletschertopf. And half sister to VA Dian vom Baronenwald. And with her came Utica vom Lehnhof, the daughter of another superb producer, Zeppo vom Klebinger Schloss and Gina Trossbachtal. Here pictured is Gina T.
Back to Lana.... I was able to bring in Lana in the spring of 06. She was pregnant by V11 Xaro d'Ulmental, a fabulous male, but not my first choice, of course. I was not the one who had control of that breeding. And only because of his lack of immediate Wienerau blood was Xaro not my first choice. He is a gorgeous male. However, I will be up against that at some point, so I must seek out the Wienerau Type, even if they lack the pedigree. Xaro is not that type, but gorgeous he is. I kept one female pup, Jexi, who now has returned from Germany with her Schutzhund Title as well, together with Uschi. The female is much of her mothers type, but smaller, which is a good thing, as Lana is a on the upper size of the standard.
From this breeder, Robert Venus, I first purchased Aline vom Venushof, a stunning red and black female and 100% Wienerau. Her sire is Apasche von der Wienerau and her dam is Ussaja von der Wienerau. Bred to Zuni she became the dam of the "A" litter out of which incredible "Ardan Cody vom Kerschberger" came and his sister "Aine" - which produced a three three (3,3) Line-breeding on Matty von der Wienerau.
Out of Mercedes I held back the only stock coated female (there were 2 males, 2 females) This was the "E" litter. However, Mercedes stamped her croocked ear on this pup "Elsie" and Elsie was way too much of an alpha dog to live with us in a true pack. She remained small stature, fast as lightning, full of courage, hence she was sold to a Police K9 trainer where she is now at work doing some good in the world of fighting crime. Elsie pictured at right>>>



I've taken him to the Vet for checkups and I'm never worried. So, he behaves great. The time I took him to the Vet to have his hip X-rays reviewed for a second opinion (to see if it was worth it going through with the Orthopedic Foundation for Animals -ofa- Certification) I was nervous. Now, remember, Zuni normally knows who I'm anxious about. This time, he couldn't pinpoint the culprit (it was the X-ray, not the Vet) so he barked and threatened everyone who came near me, making sure he'd cover all the angles ;-) We muzzled him... (OFA GOOD by the way!)
A huge spray of water flies over me just as I'm walking into my garage to go play/work with Zuni. I had a heart attack and thought my waterlines had frozen and busted. You don't want that with an adobe (mud) walled garage... So, I scooted Zuni and Hummel outside so I could go find out where the water was coming from but kept freaking out more as i couldn't find it fast enough in my panic. I'm sure he knew of my anxiety and was again in the dark as to why I was so frantic. I called my neighbor whom Zuni had met maybe 3 or 4 sporadic times, and the neighbor said he'd come over right away. I, meantime found the shutoff but wondered what happened with the neighbor coming over 'right away' and as I went outside to go ck, he comes up hill and says "I would have been here sooner, had it not been for Zuni blocking my way" He said Zuni did an excellent job in preventing him from coming nearer to the house, and it wasn't until his wife, who Zuni knows well, came up and was able to 'convince' Zuni to let him continue. My neighbor said it made quite an impression on him to see Zuni and Hummel come run high speed towards him... Yep, That'll make your heart stop...
The last story is about us going to the Waste Station. (county dump). Where a VERY obnoxious guy (used)* to work. He would not let you do this, or that, and always sending you from one bin to another for NO reason. So, i thought iI'd be ahead of him and ask him which bin does he want me to use ? He says "A", right. We start unloading quite a large load and while Carlos is hauling a HUGE and heavy doghouse onto the bin, the jerk changes his mind and says for us to take the doghouse off and put it back in my trailer and drive it to the other bin... I THINK NOT , knowwhatimean...
I look at the guy and tell him he must be out of his mind to think that I will do that and he starts approaching me yelling and screaming that I HAVE TO DO WHAT HE SAYS bla bla bla... And, I go "if you want to get on my nerves some more, go for it " and he starts getting really close in my face. I'm not afraid nor uncomfortable. First of all, there are 3 witnesses and Zuni is in the car with the back window open, so he can jump out if he needs to. He knew I was not scared, or whatever and just laid there while i was literally SCREAMING on the top of my lungs at the guy. Now that is knowing the difference. Most other dogs would have been out and into action biting away for NO GOOD REASON. This boy doesn't back down in situations he's not supposed to, but will NOT act either when he knows I have the situation under control. (And this is WHY the guy USED* to work there.....)
I traveled with Zuni to see one of his pups, Zoltan, in Eldorado. Since Zoltan had just had his 'operation' I could not let Zuni see him as Zoltan is crazy about his daddy and would pop a stitch, so I left Zuni in the car with the windows half open as it was pretty hot. Well, within no time Zuni had popped thru one of the windows to be near us, and Zoltan indeed was in pup heaven for a second as I put Zuni back in the car and rolled up all four windows to about one feet of space this time. Speaking of determination (which Zoltan inherited too, but that's another story) Zuni crammed himself through my front passenger side window, hurting his leg somewhat and nearly neutering himself :( I'm guessing. He's 26" at the withers and hair was all along side the top of the window where he pushed himself through. What I'm trying to indicate with this that if ever I'm in trouble, he'll go through fire, windows, barbed wires and such to get me out of it. This time he just wanted to be visiting with his son too as he had been there several times before and didn't understand WHY he could not come out... In training he does great on the long down for example ;)
I've heard so many stories about dogs and their skills ( i could give many examples). This is not a skill. But, then what is it? psychic...
-to be continued-

The psychic tests came when I was uncomfortable in several situations we've now encountered together. And this is where that amazing instinct lives in a dog that bonds with its owner. This is what I want to put forth in his progeny.
On one dreary day, I had to interview a couple of handy man at an empty house I was about to remodel. One of them gave me the creeps, and Zuni noticed it. He would circle the guy, punched and pushed him with his nose, tried to dominate him ;-), and would not let up. I apologized forever to the guy, but I also kept Zuni with me, as I thought Zuni thought something was wrong with this guy.
Of course, he picked up on my anxiety.
Another occasion with a handy man who had been too touchy feely with me (and I was about to deck him for it), was picked up by Zuni. He instantly started to 'dominate' that one too. And, I might add, he NEVER does that for any other reason other than to tell who's boss.
Yet one more incident in a remodeling job where a drunken laborer stood half naked (it was ugly) behind the stove cooking himself a gross breakfast. Oh yeah, it was 9am Saturday morning, and he was supposed to be sober and working... Anyway, I proceeded to tell him to GET OUT. And, of course, he refused while swaying left and right. I said, "are you sure about that?" And he's like, '"ITS SATURDAY" and I'm like "yeah, and you were here to work, not to sleep and party" so, he continuous with some profanity and I went "ZUuuuuuuuuuuuniiiiiiiiiiiii, Here.....!" And I told him to stand next to me. Which he did, ever so innocently. Just standing there made the guy get his stuff and get the out of my house... Zuni was just doing his job in the most appropriate way. He knows how to size up a situation! Its amazing.
Then, a near car accident we were involved with. Some drunk passes me on a spot with NO visibility, thereby heading directly into an oncoming car who's driver swerved off the road onto the bank of the country road. I pull over, run up the hill like an 18 year old...puff puff, and forget that I left Zuni in the car with $50 worth of steaks... I make sure the woman is okay first who almost got hit, but thankfully didn't get hurt , though she side swiped his car but landed against the fence. It was her lucky day. After about 10 minutes of reading the drunk the riot act and waiting for the cops, the ambulance showed and the girl was ck'd out for any injuries. After about 20 minutes the cops showed, and a lot of folks are standing around and I suddenly realize Zuni is in the car with the BEEF!!! So i run downhill, open the door and he had not touched a thing! I get him out of the car and walk him uphill (he pulled me, so it was easier the 2nd time around) and I start talking to the cops, the girl, the neighbors and Zuni behaves exemplary ignoring everyone and everything quietly standing next to me. Then he suddenly goes into ALERT mode and barks fervently towards a certain direction. So, we all look up, and low and behold, the drunk that created this accident is coming our way. WELL, until he noticed Zuni, that is... Unbelievable, since he had not seen this idiot before, but knew instinctively that this was the person that had created that anxiety in me!!!

But we were only in our infancy of beginning to understand each other.
Unbeknown to me, I did one thing right from the start. The many walks we took daily was, what is in dog language "hunting buddies" and that is what brought him and I closer.
The training (ie: listening to me) was not so much down packed yet. He just didn't take me that seriously ;)
After many cries of help to several much more experienced dog trainers
(the seller was pretty out of the picture to help) I started to understand, that this boy needed ME to relax... So, I finally threw my hands up in the air and said "fine, you here, I'll relax, & I'm sure we'll figure it out...."
I talked with more SAR trainers, Schutzhund trainers and Police Officers with k9s and slowly figured out how he was trained. He was finally responding to me, because I had started to clue in that he was very well trained, but how, was the question. So, I was able to have him entertained with his searches, and retrievals, and if I hid he came to look for me, but I was wrongfully convinced by one so called dog trainer that I should not do the bite work training myself. So, i left that out for a year. Sorry to say...for Zuni, as he loves it!
When I did get a bite sleeve, the soft kinds from Belgium because they feel real, and that's what I wanted, he grabbed it like he crazy man. And, "aus" (out the sleeve) means nothing to him... So, now I was finally able to do the bite work with him too. And, he does it inside or outside, as well as searching.
I paid a good sum (cheap now in retrospect for what I got) of money for Zuni. I Paid for training with a dog included. He was going to be just a pet to protect us. But, 'green me' who yes, knew how to train circus acts to dogs, was unaccustomed to a dog trained for work and in need of structure... Not much of that around here.
how lucky I was to have him and how grateful I was that he didn't need to go to a war zone.
slowly bleeding from her belly. The three of us were stuck in the arroyo behind fences and barbed wires, and Ginger not letting me pick her up, I swore that would not ever happen to us again. After I coaxed her for an hour to slowly proceed (she wouldn't let me pick her up) I was near enough my house to run uphill in 90 degree temps, and get in my car, drive down hill with a crate and get her to enter into it. (after challenging barbed wires, mind you) I drove like a maniac to the vet, then 35 min away, where she was put back together for $1000.-- but what's money in that case anyway. The next day, I went on the internet, and typed in "german shepherd protection dogs" Which led me on a search of many sites, and I contacted one, from whence I purchased my Pandora Box. ZUNI. There can only be ONE Zuni. Ever.