Our farm is in an area of our State called Green Country. We are located in Cherokee County near Rose, Oklahoma. Our name "Sycamore Springs" was given because of the many sycamore trees that were located on our former property where our love for Boston's originated, one of which had a natural spring flowing from the base of the tree that has been running for decades (hence the name Sycamore Springs). This is where we got our drinking water. Many of the ol' timers in the area has told us of how people would come for miles around to get water from this spring during droughts (from years gone past) because their well or spring had gone dry. We have since relocated just three miles from our former property and purchased another beautiful farm which we love just as much if not more.
Sycamore Springs is a small family owned kennel that is focused on bringing YOU the quality of pet that you deserve. We stay focused on providing you with true to type, healthy, happy, well balanced Boston Terrier puppies that will mature into loyal, loving wonderful companions. We love what we do! We nurture and raise all of our puppies in our arms and around our ankles. This is a labor of love that our whole family is passionate about. We are all about providing families with a affordable, quality, AKC Registered Boston Terrier puppy that they can love and enjoy for years to come.
So drop us a line, e-mail us or give us a call. We are more than happy to answer all your questions and see if we have that perfect puppy that you and your family have been searching for. ~The Rodgers Family
We DO NOT support puppy mills or sell to any brokers or pet stores!!
"The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous, is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer; he will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounter with the roughness of this world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey thru the heavens." George Vest-1870
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