Beautiful, impressive, large, shaggy, loving, smart, energetic, faithful, and protective. These are just a few of the qualities of the Briard. Known in their home country, France, as Chien Berger de Brie (shepherd dog from Brie), Briards are called "Hearts Wrapped in Fur." They love their people and are never far from you. It is so-o-o easy to love a Briard! They make the time spent raising and loving them so worthwhile. From Briard puppies to Briard adults, they are great dogs in the right home.
Briards are herding dogs. It is their natural instinct to herd that helps form their personality and character. Briards are bred to know where they belong, to be where they belong, to care for their flock and to protect their "flock". That flock can be sheep, people, and even other dogs. And the Briard version of caring can take many forms, some good, some challenging.
My name is Jeanne Lorang, and I am Lebec Briards. I have owned and loved this breed since 1981. In fact, I'm nuts about them! Please enjoy this website, my Briards, my friends' Briards, and all things Briard. I can be reached by email, or at 661-618-8798.
Briard puppies to Briard champions
12 years ago, an emergency call from a friend, I think my girl is having puppies! Run around like mad and collect equipment, drive an hour, find a scared owner with a bloody bedspread and a brand new puppy. No idea she was pregnant by her Briard housemate, no clue about whelping and rearing puppies, and recent back surgery. A husband who doesn't know where the washing machine is, and a 12 month old bitch that wasn't socialized, and doesn't like strangers. Not a great beginning in life.
I whelped three more puppies on the floor, late night trip to the vet, packed up the bitch and the pups, and came home. Left the car running while I very quickly assembled a whelping box, locked all my Briards out of the way, and brought in a very scared Mom and four pups, 2 boys and 2 girls. Luckily, she was a great Mom, and those pups kept her sane. It was rough, though, dealing with a girl who didn't know or like me, while trying to do right by her and the pups. And she was just a puppy herself!
One of those girls became very, very special to me. She went home with a friend, came back to me when conflicts arose, spent some time out of state, then went back to her original owner when she made it clear she wasn't thrilled to be living with a group of other dogs. She was gorgeous, fun, loving, smart - everything you want in a family member. She gave me three great litters, and three of the girls in my house are down from her. I loved that girl, almost as much as I loved her great grandmother Sassy. I didn't get to see her much later in her life, a regret I will always have. She was in a great home, loved and cared for, and had a full and happy life. But I would have liked to pet her one more time, rub her belly, talk to her.
Thank you for being in my life, and thank you for your sons and daughters, and your three great great granddaughters who make my life better every day. Rest in peace, and wait by the Rainbow bridge so I can see you again, before you run off with your real humans. Just one last time, let me say hello. Goodbye hurts so much.