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"We are working people who focus on the Giant Schnauzer as
a complete dog, not just a pretty face, he must have it all,
temperament, health, working ability and conformation.  We
do our best to try to stay to the correct standard of the breed.  
Many of the "show dogs" that are out there lack the capability
of performing the original purpose of the breeds they
represent. Many of the sporting dogs can not hunt, working
dogs can not work and health issues plaque all breeds. It is
our goal to help the Giant Schnauzer remain true to the
standard of the breed while not sacrificing in other areas.
In the past we have shown, trained and bred dogs used in
many of the working fields including but not limited to AKC
obedience, Championship, tracking, rescue, search, therapy,
service, schutzhund, police, agility and of course the most
important family guardian."

"We hope to make a contribution to the Giant
Schnauzer as an all-around dog whose working ability
does not get lost in it's quest as a champion show dog."
Renee` Mutter



We hope you enjoy your visit with us and hope you come
back often!
GIANT Regards,
Vom Mutter Haus
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John  Mutter
118 Mt. Lebanon Rd
Lawrenceburg, TN 38464
931-766-0604
CELL 931-201-2092
Vom Mutter Haus Giant Schnauzer's
Giant schnauzer Quinn
All images and quotes copyrighted@Vom Mutter Haus
'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, in a one bedroom house made
of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney with presents to give, and to see just who in this
home did live,
I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by mantle, just boots filled with sand, on the wall hung pictures of far
distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds, a sober thought came through my
mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary. I found the home of a soldier
once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone, curled up on the floor
in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder, not how I pictured a United
States soldier.
Was this the hero of whom I'd just read? Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?
I realized the families that I saw this night, owed their lives to these soldiers who
were willing to fight. Soon round the world, the children would play, and grownups
would celebrate a bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom each month of
the year, because of the soldiers, like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve in a land far
from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees and started to
cry.
The soldier awakened and I heard a rough voice ,”Santa don't cry, this life is my
choice, I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, my life is my God, my Country,
my Corps .”The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I
continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours, so silent and still and we both shivered from the cold night's
chill.
I didn't want to leave on that cold dark night, this guardian of honor so willing to
fight.
Then the soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure, whispered,
“Carry on Santa, it's Christmas day, all is secure.”
One look at my watch, and I knew he was right
.”Merry Christmas my friend, and to a all a good night.”

Author; Lance Corporal James M. Schmidt
Jill
&
Kris