Meet Our Sires, Dams & Available Litters

Bear's our second Caldwell Lab. The first one, Mocha, made it to twelve and never had a hip problem in her life — that's why we came back. Tom remembered us before we finished introducing ourselves on the phone. Bear is steady to shot, soft in the house, and ready to go at four in the morning when the alarm goes off. Exactly what we wanted.

We're a family of five — three kids under ten — and we'd been told a sporting breed was a bad idea for us. Maggie spent more time asking us questions than we spent asking her. By the time she matched us with Daisy, she knew our house better than half our relatives. Daisy sleeps under the table at dinner and chases the kids around the yard until they all collapse. The off-switch is real.

I drove from Bozeman to pick up our pup. Twelve hours each way. Worth every mile. Tom sat me down on the porch for half a day and walked me through the first month — crate, feeding, the early retrieving stuff. I've had three Labs in my life and that briefing told me more than the other two breeders combined.

Willow is certified as a therapy dog now and she works the children's hospital here twice a week. She lays still on a hospital bed for an hour while a kid pets her ear, then gets up, shakes off, and is ready for the next room. The temperament Maggie picked for us was exactly what the work needed. I tell every handler I meet to call the Caldwells.

Ranger came to us as a started dog at ten months — Sarah had him through Headstart and the gun-dog program. He was steady to shot before he ever rode home with me. First season we ran him on greenwings, second season he passed his Senior Hunter. Money I'll never regret spending.

Scout works search-and-rescue with our county team. Nose, drive, recovery, the calm under noise — it's all there. We told Maggie what we needed her to be, and she picked the pup out of the litter. We didn't pick. She did. That decision held up every day for the next two years of training.

We lost our last Lab at thirteen and weren't sure we wanted to start over. Tom called us back the same day and didn't push — said wait if you need to wait. Six months later we were on the porch picking up Tucker. He's two now and we are so glad we didn't wait any longer.

Hank is our Golden and he is the best dog we have ever owned. The kids dress him up, the cat sleeps on him, and he still hunts a pheasant field hard. The clearances Maggie ran on his parents are something I never thought to ask about until she walked me through them on the phone. Now I won't buy a dog any other way.

Third Caldwell dog in this house. Once you see how a dog raised in the farmhouse turns out, you don't go back. They settle in by week two like they were born here.