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Welcome to Washington, Oregon, Seattle, Portland Labradors

We are also referred to as Oregon Labradors or Washington Labradors

3363C Centralia Alpha rd. Onalaska Wa. 98570

360-978-5534

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Welcome to WaLabs We raise AKC Yellow labradors Chocolate AKC labradors AKC Black labradors We are often called washington labradors and Oregon labradors. sometimes Seattle labradors and Portland labradors

Hi I'm Jim Young

I would like to tell you a bit about us and this web site

First I need to tell you how I came to be a admirer of the Labrador breed.

In 1972 Myself My young bride and a 9 month old Black lab named WINGS decided like young fools we were going to become rich by becoming gamblers.  We sold everything we owned and in an old Chrysler we headed from Alameda California to Reno Nevada With a whole 4500.00.

Near 2am we crossed the Sierra Nevada's on I-80 dead winter and a couple feet of snow on the ground. Near Donner Pass off to the side of the road we saw a car with the hood up and 2 guys walking. I stopped and offered them a ride. With the rear seat area full of clothes, blankets, dog and a few personal things (they both joined us in the front) we started again. As soon as I was moving the one near my young wife pulled out a switchblade knife and stuck it against my wife's stomach. He then said You go up the road about a mile and turn to the right take the dirt road and we are going to take your car, money and what ever else we want!!!   (More)

Our socialization program

We began this program in 1976 when we were called by a tag phone number on a 7 month old pup by a humane society. We went down and bailed out the pup and then contacted the adopting family. We were shocked when we were told that they did not want the puppy back because it kept knocking down their 2 year old daughter. We had to rethink the way we were raising the puppies first 8 weeks Health was not enough!!! So......... Camping out at the Humane society and talking to almost everyone turning in a young dog we began to formulate the why Puppies and some families do not Fit together. And at the same time learned to hate Pet shops.

We started asking questions to the adopting families like .....How old are your kids? Do you hunt? Where will your lab sleep? If you have (for example) kids under 5 and do not hunt we treat your puppy in a bit different manner starting at week 3 Your baby is spoiled on the couch with cuddling and played with in a complete different manner then a pup going to a family that has Teens and Hunts. We learned we could shape the puppy to fit the family he/she was going to be adopted by with a bit of special training.  (More)

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Memories

Date: 2007-09-26, 4:35PM PDT


I don't remember much from the place that I was born. It was cramped and dark, and we were never played with by the humans. I remember mom and her soft fur, but she was often sick, and very thin. She had hardly any milk for me and my brothers and sisters. I remember many of them dying, and I missed them so.

I do remember the day I was taken from Mom. I was so sad and scared, my milk teeth had only just come in, and I really should have been with mom still but she was so sick and the humans kept saying that they wanted money and were sick of the "mess" that me and my sisters made. So we were crated up and taken to a strange place. Just the two of us. We huddled together and were scared, still no human hands came to pet us or love us.

So many sights and sounds, and smells! We are in a store where there are many different animals! Some that squawk! Some that meow! Some that peep! My sister and I are jammed into a small cage, I hear other puppies here. I see humans look at me, I like the "little humans", the kids. They look so sweet and fun, like they would play with me! All day we stay in the small cage, sometimes mean people will hit the glass and frighten us, every once in awhile we are taken out to be held or shown to the humans. Some are gentle, some hurt us, we always hear "Aw, they're so cute! I want one!" but we never get to go with any.

My sister died last night, when the store was dark. I lay my head on her soft fur and felt the life leave her small thin body. I had heard them say she was sick, and that I should be sold at a "discount price" so that I would quickly leave the store. I think my soft whine was the only one that mourned for her as her body was taken out of the cage in the morning and dumped.

Today a family came and bought me! Oh happy day! They are a nice family, they really, really wanted me! They had bought a dish and food and the little girl held me so tenderly in her arms. I love her so much! The mom and dad say what a sweet and good puppy I am! I a named Angel. I love to lick my new humans!

The family takes such good care of me, they are loving and tender and sweet. They gently teach me right and give me good food and lots of love! I want only to please these wonderful people! I love the little girl and I enjoy running and playing with her.

Today I went to the veterinarian. It was a strange place and I was frightened. I got some shots, but my best friend the little girl, held me softly and said it would be ok. So I relaxed. The vet must have said sad words to my beloved family, because they looked awfully sad. I heard severe hip dysphasia, and something about my heart.. I heard the vet say something about back yard breeders, Pet shops and my family not being tested. I know not what any of that means, just that it hurts me so much to see my family so sad. But they still love me, and I still love them very much!

I am 6 months old now. Where most other puppies are robust and rowdy, it hurts me terribly just to move. The pain never lets up. It hurts to run and play with my beloved little girl, and I find it hard to breathe. I keep trying my best to be the strong pup I know I am suppose to be, but it is so hard. It breaks my heart to see the little girl so sad, and to hear the mom and dad talk about "It might be the time." Several times I have gone to that veterinarian's place, and the news is never good. Always talk about congenital problems. I just want to feel the warm sunshine and run, and play and nuzzle with my family.

Last night was the worst, pain has been my constant companion now, it hurts to even get up and get a drink. I try to get up but can only whine in pain. I am taken in the car one last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't know why. Have I been bad? I try to be good and loving, what have I done wrong? Oh if only this pain would be gone! If only I could soothe the tears of the little girl. I reach out my muzzle to lick her hand, but can only whine in pain.

The veterinarian's table is so cold. I am so frightened. The humans all hug and love me, they cry into my soft fur. I can feel their love and sadness. I manage to lick softly their hands. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary today. He is gentle and I sense some kind of relief for my pain. The little girl holds me softly and I thank her, for giving me all of her love. I feel a soft pinch on my foreleg. The pain is beginning to lift, I am beginning to feel a peace descend upon me. I can now softly lick her hand. My vision is becoming dreamlike now, and I see my mother and my brothers and sisters, in a far off green place. They tell me their is no pain there, only peace and happiness. I tell the family, good-bye in the only way I know how, a soft wag of my tail and a nuzzle of my nose. I had hoped to spend many, many moons with them, but it was not meant to be. "You see," said the veterinarian, "Pet shop puppies do not come from ethical breeders." The pain ends now, and I know it will be many years until I see my beloved family again. If only things could have been different.

 

 

LESSONS FROM YOUR DOG


If a dog was the teacher you would learn stuff like: 
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. 
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. 
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure
ecstasy. 
When it's in your best interest, practice obedience 
Let others know when they've invaded your territory. 
Take naps. 
Stretch before rising. 
Run, romp, and play daily. 
Thrive on attention and let people touch you. 
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do. 
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass. 
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree. 
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body. 
No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and 
pout...run right back and make friends. 
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk. 
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough. 
Be Loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not. 
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it. 
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them
gently.  

 

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