Last updated October 21th 2007

"Bert & Maria with Joep & Rosie"

Welcome and thank you for taking the time to visit "SQUADRON" KENNELS.  I hope you enjoy your stay.

This site is dedicated to the most beautiful and lovable dog in the world, the American Staffordshire Terrier. 

We are a small kennel in the middle of Holland. We produce no more than one litter a year. Our pups are family raised. Our aim is to produce quality dogs and they are only sold to quality people.

I chose the name "Squadron" for our kennel because I also love airplanes.  

This site will be our attempt to share our passion and provide as much information as possible about the Amstaff.  It is our hope that this site will be informative and amusing.  A lot of the information on this site is from the books listed under "sources" and from the internet.

Construction of this site is an ongoing process and corrections/additions will be added all of the time.

Many of you have sent us e-mail's requesting specific information and we will try to answer them all as quickly as possible.  If we have overlooked any of them, please accept our apologies.


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! They give
up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that
all important 'Show' into this year's "Vacation."

The 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

The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the
babies have to be fed at eight. They disregard birth fluids and
put mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, literally blowing
life 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 champions once snoozed.

A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever
so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.

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 show the next choice pup to a

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 wonderous things, sometimes red (from being
talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a
phone receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned to
the whimper of a sick puppy.

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

A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees
faster than a 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 and the
ones that didn't turn out.

The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with
hope everlasting...and it's always in the right place!

Oh yes, there are breeders, and then, there are
(Author Unknown)