9220 Old State Rd
Chardon, Ohio 44024

Stone Creek Kennels: Photo Gallery


Stone Creek Labs find happiness in their new homes:

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Marilyn, Ebony & Able from Michigan

Stone Creek Kennels jake angus hudson

Stone Creek Kennels cadie

 The Stone Creek Gang:

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Hanna’s pups at four weeks

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Hanna & Pete’s litter at nine days old

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Kindle, one of Hanna’s pups is a certified arson detection dog. Here she is receiving her badge from the Hambden Fire Dept.

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Stone Creek’s Cream of Wheat X Stone Creek’s Gentle Giant
January 2001

Gone But Not Forgotten:

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Stone Creek Shadow II
“Buck” was the best dock jumper


Sirius was the only police dog killed in the collapse
of the WTC September 11th
1997 – 9/11/01

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Britt Muehrcke on her 13th birthday!

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Shadow’s Megabucks
Our Foundation Bitch
Megan 1987-2002
See her magnificent Pedigree
with 2 Dual Champions in 3 generations

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The Meadow

The day we put our friend to sleep, I fretted through the night,
and eyed the rug where he had lain and wondered-were we right?
Then in the early morning hours there came the strangest dream,
that put me by a garden gate, a meadow, and a stream.

The birds flew in a brilliant sky, and darkness never came,
and every sparrow had a nest, and every hawk was tame.
No need of talons here, or teeth-no cages here, or pen-
for every cave and burrow had a happy denizen.

How wonderful to find the pets that I had ever known-
the ones I had when I was small, and ones when I was grown.
They told me they’d been waiting here especially for me,
where no one is a master or a slave-but all are free.

So all around the meadow’s edge we walked-my pets and I;
and talked about the good times past, before I said goodbye.
I somehow understood their words-with joy I told them so,
but each one reassured me that, “You always did, you know.”

We walked through perfect gardens, and then back along the stream;
they followed my returning to the gate before the dream.
I put my hand upon the latch, and felt a windy mist-
I hugged and patted every one, and every one I kissed.

Now such a peace came over me that there was such a land,
I’d hoped and trusted it would be within God’s loving hand.
“Now don’t forget to come again” they said, and crowded near,
“You’re welcome any time at all-the meadow’s always here.”

I told them I would try again to dream the garden gate,
the meadow and the stream, and all-some night to recreate.
But if someday I didn’t come, they shouldn’t mourn or cry,
for I might be in Heaven then, and past their brilliant sky.

They looked at one another then, and then they looked at me.
“Why, THIS is Heaven, dearest friend, and where you hope to be.
Did you think that The Creator would forget his steward true?
Where once you chose each one of us, He lets us now choose YOU.”

And then the mist closed over them and I was swept away,
back to my home, my room, my bed, and to another day.
No more will I be grieving, for it’s just a little wait,
’till I can reach the meadow that’s beyond the garden gate.

In loving memory of Gus and all pets we have lost.

October 1998 Amy Kenneley