Flint Creek

 

Home of my son's, Keith Grench, 

Champion line (English) Bulldogs and French Bulldogs.

Just started this page. Will update with more photos, and when he has puppies expected. 


Photos are of his first 3 Bulldogs, better known as English Bulldogs.  Honey, Boss and Dottie. They have exceptional show bloodlines. Boss's father is also a TV star. 


Boss and his daughters may not carry any recessive colors, so not sure what colors we will get. They will all be super cute though!  He will be bred to Chloe.


His newest male, Spike (Chloe's son) is a rare blue with tan points.  He will be bred to  Honey, Dottie, and Phebe. ​


His newest females, "Chloe" is a rare black with tan points, and "Phebe" is a rare Chocolate Brindle. They had just had puppies before we purchased them, both have now skipped a season, so they will be bred next time. 

Red and white girl, Dottie.

 1 year old in photos

Puppies planned for 2018! We will post on here when one of the girls is expecting.

Red and white girl, Honey at 1 year old. 

History of how Flint Creek started


My son, Keith, has grown up with my variety of wonderful dogs. Some were purebreds and some were rescues. I had purebred puppies since the time he was a baby. He has had at least 2 of his own ever since he graduated college.


He loves German Shepherds, the breed that I raised when he was a small child. I had strongly discouraged breeding German Shepherds as it is too hard to find a wonderful, permanent home for the puppies. So many end up in rescue. They are a terrific dog, but they are not for everyone! They require a stable, constant person, who is around a lot to call the shots.   Two currently protect and call Flint Creek home.  The first one, Dixie, came to Dreamcatcher Hill as a rescue puppy in the Spring of 2016, Keith instantly brought her home. The second one he brought home is Nate, a sable colored neutered male.  Nate had outgrown his town living conditions and needed more room to play, so in November of 2017 Keith brought him home to live on the farm. 


Keith went off to college in Florida without a dog.  It wasn't long before he called home to get the "ok" to get a dog in case his landlord wouldn't allow him to keep one the last few months until graduation.  Of course I said any dog that isn't aggressive toward small dogs is fine with me. So off to the local animal shelter he went.  Naturally he picked a sable Shepherd girl, he visited her daily while awaiting the final paperwork and spay appointment before he could make the adoption official.  Finally her spay appointment came and he was headed to pick her up. When he got there he was told she passed away after surgery! It was horrible. Even though he didn't even have a chance to bring her home yet they had already bonded and left a huge hole in his heart. I was livid and felt the shelter didn't watch the dogs after surgery and its why she died. Talk about awful.


As he was leaving the shelter he walked down the isle of impounded dogs he seen a label "vicious pit-bull" on a dogs kennel.  Keith's sister had an amazing Pit bull, Zoe, at home and knew the stereotype they get.  So he stopped and talked to the dog, who was wagging his tail so hard he left marks on the walls. He didn't believe he was vicious at all and was allowed to adopt him and named him Tate.  The shelter estimated his age at 3.  The dog was really ill with bloody diarrhea when Keith got him home. Turned out the shelter didn't worm him as they had said. He had hookworms and whip worms to the point they could have killed him. The vet Keith took him to got him halfway straightened out. He still had parasites when he moved back home. I took him to our vet who treated him several times and he finally had normal stools and put on weight.   

 

Tate had been labeled as vicious by the pound. We will never know why. He was a big wimp. He was fine with all other dogs. He just would bark in fear at people. It took awhile but he eventually realized people wont eat him and was just a love bug. Always a doll with children. Those in uniform put him on edge. 


​Keith was so funny when our first litter of cavaliers were born he had to have one. He snuck a puppy away when they were 8 weeks old. Here this tough young man with his tough looking dog everyone thinks of as a pit-bull and now adding a pretty little Cavalier named Roxie that almost matched his bully in color. Tate though was as sweet as Roxie. 

They both slept with him. Roxie on his pillow kicking him in the head from the time she was a tiny puppy, and Tate sprawled out trying to hog the whole bed. Tate sadly passed away in 2016 when he developed heart failure.


When Art and I brought home our first breeding French Bulldogs he begged to have one. Where he lived he had 2 dogs when only one was allowed, yet somehow he managed to bring home a third. A friend of his, Aryne loved Roxie and kept "borrowing" her and constantly spoiling her. Roxie loved it there.  Keith was already concerned about the number of dogs he had so let her stay over there a lot knowing Roxie adored Aryne, and Aryne needed a doggie friend badly. A win, win situation.


Meanwhile he had been searching for property for almost 2 years. It needed to have at least a few acres, not in town, and be close to me. He worked for me after work so closer would save on time and fuel to get here. He is a motorcycle technician. We looked at several affordable places. None of them worked out. Then we discovered by accident trying to find a place for Aryne to live that the property next door was for sale. It was perfect location. 

The place was trashed but the price almost affordable and it was literally next door, our fence line is shared, with 5 acres, fruit trees, a beehive and all kinds of things that take time to establish. It took 4 months for the sale to go through the whole time stressful and full of complications, due to the fact it had been contract for deed home the current resident was selling. 


Keith spends his time when he isn't at work, or here trying to clean up the results of a hoarder, working on creating his own farm.   We had no idea the couple who had the place had burned so much trash in random places in the fields leaving bed springs, glass and nasty stuff, and collected so much stuff. Or worse that the roof was a disaster. It is a huge project. But its his own now and its in the country. Doesn't have any woods like he wanted but you cant have everything...

Now that he is right here the time he saves not driving has been a huge plus. His drive to work was also cut in half. The winters he works so little its almost like being laid off. He comes over and helps do repairs here. He knows how to feed the dogs, horses and pigs, and Aryne has been a a huge help with the dogs and puppies so we can leave if needed and know the farm will be cared for.


​I had gone to a kennel sell out in March to look at French Bulldogs. 

They had wonderful pedigrees and colors. While there found they had English Bulldogs too. I decided to help Keith start his dream of bullies, that were a variety that serious pet owners love. Plus the price was right and with 16 champions on the males pedigree very nice dogs. He loves the Frenchies but kept talking about the English too. 

I bought 2 females and the cutest male who seemed just so sweet. I was told they were AKC registrable, that they had APRI papers currently in hand. I didn't realize it but it was a father and his daughters from 2 different litters. Not smart on may part. We are still trying to get AKC papers on him. Plus the dogs had odd itchy places. I was looking really close and realized they had dog lice! I have never in all the time I have had dogs seen dog lice. Needless t see we freaked out and got Advantage multi on them and made sure all the other dogs were up to date with their advantage multi. Fortunately it was very easy to treat and we have not seen it since. 


We found an unrelated male puppy months later. Art and I drove 11 hours each direction to go see the puppy. Keith had to work. 

That breeder was selling all his Bulldogs dogs too! He only had a few. So we also got the 2 adult females he had. None of the adults were related to each other. Art seen the 8 week old puppies and HAD to have one for himself, and Keith wanted a puppy too. Amazing Grace is a rollie polie butter ball! Keith's girl puppy is Lagatha. 


​Spike, Chloe and Phebe and the 2 puppies all came from the same place, an Amish family. They are all very friendly and were use to being let out to play, and getting attention. They also are very neat about not going potty in the kennel and they wait to go outside. If somehow they have an accident they do not step in it. You can tell they had been kept clean. Well Spike is a goofball and steps on your feet objects and anything so he never pays attention to where he is going. So much better then where the first 3 had come from. Their vet care is different and not up to standard. We decided it is because they may not go to accredited veterinarian schools, but are taught within the Amish community. The dogs were very happy and the children you could tell loved to play with them.  


My thought is always health testing. I figure its ok to start with a couple more then planned so if anyone does terrible with their health testing. If we wouldn't want to breed them then we could spay then and find them a pet home. That way only the best are bred. You cant get time back to wait and then go through searching all over again for great pedigrees and also great colors. It is a little different when only getting a dog for just a pet. We have to consider if it is also breeding quality. 


His dogs love the place. He has some still here as they weren't all housebroken and he is working on some big repairs. The others he has in the house and is housebreaking them. Boss the 5 year old male is SO happy. He has probably always been a kennel only dog. He loves the attention. He loves that he has a big fluffy cushion to lay on. He gets so excited to be out with people he has a hard time breathing and at first we would have to crate him in the air-conditioning in front of a fan to cool him down after just 5 or 10 minutes. We discovered when he is in a crate he just calms right down. Probably preparing to be bored for hours, or days on end. I don't know how the previous owner had the dogs.  It took him a fews weeks but he learned how to come outside, be all happy, and if he got to hot to take himself back inside and lay back on his cushion.  

​The girls were terrified. They had never been on a leash. One didn't want to be touched, and ran to hide. The other was really silly and friendly. They had no clue about doors, or anything. 1 year old and probably had always been in a kennel. They were a nightmare to get to not potty in the kennels inside and instead wait to go outside to potty. They would walk and jump all in the dog poop smearing it everywhere. We finally just put them in an outside kennel they were so disgusting. We clean kennels all the time. Our dogs avoid stepping in dog poop, unless they are being praticlualy excited like when they're is company. These 2 paid no attention. Now that they have been clean for a long time they seem to finally have an idea you don't have to go potty where you sleep, and you also can avoid stepping in it. They are catching on. Dottie was so shy and finally will come up to people she knows and even let us pet her. They both walk on a leash really quite well now too. They are SO sweet never act aggressive, even when we had to corner Dottie to touch her. I can see why people love them! 


Spike, Chloe and Phebe all came from the same place, and Amish family. They are all very friendly and were use to being let out to play, and getting attention. They also are very neat about not going potty in the kennel and they wait to go outside. If somehow they have an accident they do not step in it. You can tell they had been kept clean. Well Spike is a goofball and steps on your feet objects and anything so he never pays attention to where he is going. So much better then where the first 3 had come from. Their vet care is different and not up to standard. We decided it is because they may not go to accredited veterinarian schools, but are taught within the Amish community. The dogs were very happy and the children you could tell loved to play with them.    

White with fawn spots male, Valdes' Boss at 5 years old.