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Health and temperament are paramount

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About Pantathean GSD

Our German Shepherd family has grown over the years, originally starting in the UK we have moved to Australia to continue breeding high quality service dogs and pets.

Located in Old Junee, our new facilities allow us to train and promote desired behavioral attributes required for loyal family pets or devoted service dogs. German Shepherds are an extremely intelligent breed and do best when challenged and motivated through work.

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We are proud to work alongside NSW police

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At Pantathean GSD; healthy breeding and stock purity is always a requirement. We hold certifications from the Royal NSW Canine Council and the Australian National Kennel Council to ensure no detrimental traits are present in our litters.

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“I cannot rate Anna and Paul highly enough. From the moment we first contacted them about our interest in one of their pups they have been so helpful, caring and always kept us involved. Even though we were far from our girl zara we were still involved and we were always up to date with what the pups were up to. It has been an amazing journey and gives us so much happiness knowing our girl was brought up by such caring and wonderful people. Anna and Paul have answered all our questions, kept us up to date with photos/videos, I even knew straight away when our girl was born! Anna showed us different training techniques and even once we collected her we have been in contact about how she is settling in. Thank you both so much we could never thank you enough for our amazing knew addition. Our family is now complete and our 2 year old shepherd has found his forever friend.”

Alice Ramsden

“In the time I have known Anna and Paul I have found them to be extremely experienced, well informed, super patent and very professional.
They are very prompt in answering any and all of my questions, the even invited me out to there home where I had the opportunity to spend a weekend with them and meet all their amazing dogs.
They were very productive in keeping me informed at all times in the weeks leading up to adopting my puppy and have been very keen to keep in contact after I had collected him to make sure every thing was running smoothly. They really do care.
It is so nice to know that my puppy comes from such a beautiful home and family. His beautiful loving nature, intelligence and courage are all a credit to the love and support that Anna and Paul put in to him in those crucial early weeks.
Thank you guys we absolutely love and adore Charlie, he is perfect in every way.”

Victor Karkazis

“Exceptional breeders, who really know there stuff! Being a first time german shepherd owner was a scary thought however, Anna helped me understand the breed in more depth and demonstrated basic training skills which has really helped. Paul and Anna have continued to provide me with ongoing support and I am in love with my puppy Flóki.”

Rose Smith

“I couldn’t be happier with the care my Kelpie Dash was given while boarding with Anna and Paul. Dash was provided regular walks, excellent shelter, was socialised with other dogs daily, obedience training and as a result he really flourished while in their care. Anna and Paul clearly have a deep understanding of the needs and the psychology of dogs due to many years of experience training dogs and educating their owners. Care and affection was clearly demonstrated by how attentive they were to us and Dash. We of course missed our dog while we were away and Anna was kind enough to send us the occasional video of him running around with her dogs. In addition, after a few days with him back she showed concern as to how he was transitioning to life at home again. The price was very reasonable, especially considering the calibre of people running the kennel. Our dog came back, fitter, happier and better trained and it has, if anything, prompted me to be a better dog owner.”

Mark Harrison

“We could not praise Anna and Paul enough!
Our girl is absolutely beautiful, she has a playful, caring nature and has become the most spectacular addition to our family!
Anna and Paul are full of valuable knowledge and advice, and genuinely care about their dogs and the families they go to. They have made the process so personal and went above and beyond for both us and our little girl.”

Tunde Roxby

“Anna and Paul are exceptional people, but more importantly dog handlers, trainers and lovers. Anna and Paul have exceptionally high expectations when it comes to the breed they are so passionate about, and will only breed for the betterment of the breed. Through this breeding philosophy, you know that you are receiving months, even years of planning, and preparation, to ensure that the quality of dog you purchase from them is sound in mind, temperament, health and ability. In purchasing from them, you are not only purchasing a pup, you are also gaining lifelong advise, assistance and support. I highly recommend Paul and Anna, if you are looking for a quality pup. Lovely people. Beautifully bred dogs. And a privilege to own.”

Jaz Kadereth

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Pantathean Working Line German Shepherd Dogs

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Pantathean Working Line German Shepherd Dogs

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Pantathean Working Line German Shepherd Dogs
❤️❤️❤️They decided a hero was worth forty dollars.That was the clearance fee to take home the most decorated K9 officer our county ever had. He sat behind steel bars, stamped “defective” because his hips ached and gray had crept across his muzzle.My name is Sarah. I’m fifty-two years old.Three weeks ago—on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday morning—a smiling HR rep half my age handed me a cardboard box. After twenty years of late nights, missed soccer games, and loyalty that ran bone-deep, I was told my position was being “eliminated due to restructuring.”They didn’t say I was too old.They didn’t say I cost more than the fresh graduates.They just said, “We’re going in a different direction.”I walked out of that glass tower feeling erased.I wasn’t a Director of Operations anymore.I was just a middle-aged woman with a terrifying mortgage and a calendar that suddenly had nothing on it.That’s why I went to the animal shelter.Not to rescue a dog—but because the silence in my house was unbearable. I needed to feel useful. I needed proof that I hadn’t been thrown away.The front of the shelter buzzed with noise and hope. Puppies tumbling over each other. Designer mixes. Families arguing over who saw which dog first. Children laughing. Life everywhere.I kept walking.All the way to the back.To the concrete corridor known as Row Z—where the “problem cases” waited.That’s where I saw him.A massive German Shepherd sat perfectly upright inside a bleach-scented kennel. He didn’t bark. He didn’t jump. He simply watched me—calm, alert, dignified. Like he was waiting for backup that would never come.The laminated card on his cage read:Name: SGT. REXAge: 10Service: Retired K9 UnitMedical: Severe arthritis. PTSDAdoption: Not recommended for familiesStatus: URGENTA red sticker screamed across the page:FINAL NOTICE“You don’t want that one, ma’am.”I turned to see a volunteer—college hoodie, clipboard, gentle voice.“Rex is... a lot,” he said. “Eight years in Narcotics and Search & Rescue. His handler divorced, moved into a condo with a no-pets policy. Department couldn’t afford to kennel him anymore.”He hesitated.“He’s stiff. He startles easily. And... he’s scheduled for tomorrow morning.”Rex shifted his weight. His back leg trembled with pain.When he looked at me, he wasn’t asking for mercy.He was asking for dignity.I noticed a photo stapled to the file: a younger Rex beside a squad car, chest out, medal around his neck.“Hero K9 locates missing child in state park.”“That’s it?” I whispered. “He gives a decade of his life. Destroys his body protecting strangers. And this is how it ends?”The volunteer stared at his shoes.“It’s a business. Nobody wants the old ones. They cost too much.”Nobody wants the old ones.The words hit like a slap.I looked at Rex and saw myself—discarded for having mileage. Useful once. Invisible now.“I’ll take him.”“Ma’am, the vet bills—”“I said I’m taking him.”Rex rode home sitting tall in my backseat, scanning traffic like he was still on patrol. When we reached my driveway, he hesitated—waiting for permission.“At ease, soldier,” I whispered. “You’re home.”The first weeks were rough.Rex paced at night. His nails clicked across the floor like a countdown clock. He didn’t know how to be a pet. Toys were inspected for threats. Affection confused him.We were two former professionals, stripped of our titles, learning who we were without them.I talked to him. About the interviews that went nowhere. About being overlooked by managers young enough to be my kids.Rex listened. His chin heavy on my knee. He couldn’t fix my résumé—but he never let me cry alone.Then came the Fourth of July.Our cul-de-sac buzzed with food, laughter, fireworks. My neighbors—the Millers—hosted their annual block party. Their six-year-old son, Leo, is autistic. He adores dinosaurs and hates loud noises.Leo loved Rex.The “dangerous” dog would sit perfectly still while Leo explained the difference between a T-Rex and a Raptor.At 7:00 PM, everything shattered.A firecracker exploded too close.Then screaming.“LEO?! LEO!”The gate was open.People scattered. Panic spread.I looked at Rex.He stood rigid by a loose fence plank, staring into the dark woods. His bark cut through the chaos—sharp, commanding.He had a scent.I opened the gate.Rex couldn’t run anymore—but he moved with absolute purpose, disappearing into the brush.“Follow the dog!” I shouted.We crashed through briars and branches until Rex stopped at a muddy embankment near the river. He dropped to his belly and whined.Below us—caught in roots above rushing water—was Leo.Without hesitation, Rex slid down the slope, positioning his body between the child and the river. He barked softly.Leo grabbed his fur.Rex groaned in pain—but he didn’t move.He held.Long enough for us to pull them both to safety.Back on the street, paramedics surrounded Leo.Rex collapsed.I fell beside him, sobbing.“You did it,” I whispered. “You’re the best boy.”His tail thumped weakly once. Twice.That night, the vet said it was exhaustion and arthritis. He’d recover.At home, Rex rested his head on my hand and sighed—the kind of sigh that comes from a soul finally at peace.And I understood something.We worship what’s new. Young. Fast.We discard anything that slows down.But experience isn’t an expiration date.Scars are proof you survived.Sometimes the one who saves the day isn’t the rookie—it’s the veteran who knows where to look.Rex is asleep at my feet as I write this.His glory days aren’t over.Neither are mine.If you’ve ever felt aged out, replaced, or overlooked—hear this:Your watch isn’t over.You still matter.Please share this if you believe old dogs—and old humans—still have value.We’re not finished yet. ... See MoreSee Less

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