More than anything, I want all Entlebuchers to have permanent homes with families who deserve their unique devotion and with whom they will spend their lives. I believe that knowledge is critical to good placement of puppies

of any breed. Buyers must understand the temperament

and requirements of the breed they choose and be

committed to making the placement work. Breeders

must provide whatever information the buyer needs

to make an educated decision. Sometimes this is

difficult for those of us in love with our dogs.

Hopefully, the information on this web page will

help potential puppy buyers make a wise choice.

Kathleen Kinney

Who we are!

Wildhorn Kennel is situated on thirteen wooded acres in the northeastern corner of Ohio, just outside the city of Ashtabula. Actually we are between Cleveland, Ohio and Erie, Pennsylvania. My dogs are my companions and live in the house. They have a dog door and they have access to a three quarter acre fenced area in the woods.  They spend a lot of time at play. They are quite rough when playing with one another and with other dogs. Their play is accompanied with a lot of vocalization. They don’t bark with out reason but they use their voices in a number of different ways to communicate with one another and with me.

They delight in chasing chipmunks and are so quick that they occasionally catch one. Although they supposedly have no hunting instinct, I have read that, in addition to their many other farm duties in Switzerland, they also kept the barn and farmyard free of vermin. Consequently, I believe that an Entlebucher should be socialized with cats or other small animals at a very tender age if he is expected to live with small pets in the future.

At this time I have six Entlebuchers, Alida Delux of Hephzibah (Lida) and  Amira of Wildhorn (Mira),  Farah of Wildhorn, Jedidiah of Wildhorn (Jedi), Neva of Wildhorn and Ursula von Adhem (Sulee).

I had Labradors for many years. Probably like you, I became interested in Entlebuchers by reading about them. I was looking for a breed that was athletic, wash and wear, highly intelligent and most importantly, highly trainable. I wanted a big dog in a smaller package. After a lot of research and thought, I made the decision to buy an Entlebucher, a male.  I bought a potential show quality pup with the hope that he would have a show career, and that, if I was sold on the breed, I might buy a bitch at a later date.

What I got was, Henri, an even “bigger” dog than I expected in a package that size.  Henri arrived and was greeted by my pack of three adult dogs (two were seniors). Within a very short time, Henri had taken over and was the alpha at just a few months of age. There was quite a bit of commotion. My adult daughter, who lived at home then, called Henri “Henri the Horrible”. Henri used his paws like hands. Nothing was safe. Quite regularly he would open the back door to let himself in and would never close it, therefore it had to be kept locked (it was winter in the snow belt and this was 'pre-dog-door-days). He once opened the pantry door and he and the other dogs ransacked the flour, sugar, a broken bottle of molasses, (no cuts fortunately) and any thing else they could open. (This resulted in special latches on the pantry doors). Henri  did develop great house manners but persisted in opening the dead bolt on the back door. 


Henri, Van Dyck Der Viking, pictured at thirteen last summer by the lilies at the pond, died in May of 2009 at the age of 14. He was a great dog and my foundation stud dog. I will be eternally grateful to him as my first and fabulous Entlebucher for introducing me to the wonderful world of his breed. He is dearly missed.


Oona of Tucker, my second Entlebucher, arrived on the scene as outgoing as Henri was serious as a puppy. Coming in the dog door era, she had different puppy tricks. She would grab anything that struck her fancy and run like crazy out the dog door. Unfortunately, she never brought anything back in but sticks and rocks. Whenever something went missing, terror struck, “It’s in the yard!” Again, it was winter. I remember crawling around in the leaves, in the dark, with a flashlight looking for my glasses. Fortunately, they were on the surface and reflected in the light from the flashlight. Every time there was a thaw and the snow melted I got a surprise. Once an entire deck of soggy playing cards were strewn over a half-acre, and there were always several missing dishtowels. A couch cushion went missing (I’ll never know how she got it out the door). Once brushed off, it was none the worse for the wear. Mind you, this was all when I was at home (of course, as a puppy she was always crated when I was out of the house.) I think she thought her name was ’Oona Dam-it’.

She too  matured into a dog with perfect house manners, although she would occasionally steal a particularly appealing treasure and hide it under her mattress. Oona started her favorite trick entirely on her own. She vaulted up the ladder to the grandchildren’s playhouse and slid down the sliding board. She was always quite pleased with herself.

Although Oona was purchased as a potential show/brood bitch, I  spayed her as she had moderate hip dysplasia. (see Health)

Oona  was always somewhat jealous of the other dogs getting too much attention. She particularly disliked sharing with other bitches. This was not a real problem until Alida matured and was bred. Oona's increasingly aggressive attitude created a very difficult and uncomfortable situation for all of us as we, the dog's and I, all live in the house as a family. 

I ultimately, sorrowfully, came to realize that Oona really wanted/needed her own family. A wonderful opportunity for Oona presented itself with the help of another breeder, Karen Runge of Moratel. Oona lived in New Hampshire, in "dog nirvana," with  Mary Fosher until she died at 13. Oona, pictured below with Mary, was canoeing at twelve. (Entlebuchers who are asymptomatic of hip disease and are only diagnosed as dysplastic through OFA exams typically do very well even as they age.)

They are a challenge as puppies but delightful most of the time. Entlebuchers are very clean dogs. Housetraining is typically extraordinarily easy, IF you crate train. I believe this is the only humane, gentle way to housetrain any dog. In reality, for the first few months of using this method it is the owner who is trained to the puppy’s potty habits. Devotion to the task early on, means that you will quickly have a housetrained puppy that is reliable, happy and well adjusted. 

Entles are incredibly enthusiastic creatures and most don't seem to have a sense of their own mass and power which is considerable.  I don’t believe that this trait is particularly sex related. Some males are more gentle than others are as some females are more gentle than others. (Actually, I believe that neutered males make as good if not better pets than females.)

Alida is extremely outgoing and affectionate. Her behavior when meeting strangers is actually not that of the typical Entlebucher. Entles are supposed to be “slightly suspicious of strangers,” somewhat aloof at first contact. Lida, however,  thinks that everyone in the world must love her and be waiting to make her acquaintance. In addition to the typical Entle “smile,” she also grins when greeting people. This can be somewhat off-putting to “non-dog people” when they see her waggling up with lips pulled back, showing most of the teeth in her head. “Dog people” love it.

Mira is my “Velcro®” dog.” All my Entles are wherever I am when I am at home. But, Mira stays the closest to my body and when I am at my PC (which is a lot), she places her head on my lap for a reassuring pat every little while. When meeting strange adults she is more Entle like than her mother; or, one could say, more like her dad, although Henri became Mr. Overly Friendly Greeter as he aged. She enjoys meeting them, but is more reserved till she gets a chance to take the situation in. Then, if she really likes new visitors she does the Entle “leg lean.”

I experienced few chewing problems with my Entles, other than during teething periods, with the exception of Farah. After Labs, this seemed a  miracle through my first several, until Farah who chewed and ALSO absconded with everything as Oona had. Oh, my!

Then her son Jedi, at seven months, ate many sticks instead of just chewing on them as my other dogs do. We live in the woods. He had to have surgery to remove them. Another "Oh, my!". He has given up that trick thankfully.

Entle puppies are very "mouthy" though. They tend to try and have some part of their owner's anatomy in their mouth at all times. With piranha puppy teeth, this trait is most annoying. Fortunately it does pass.