About Us / Über Uns
Me and my father are German Shepherd dog breeders. My name is Damir Bolat and my father's name is Bolat Abdykalykov. For explanation let me tell you that Bolat is my surname, while it is my father's first name.
Our kennel is located in Kazakhstan in Almaty city. The city is situated in the centre of the Eurasian continent, in the south-east of the Republic of Kazakhstan. During the existence of the USSR, Kazakhstan was one of the 15 countries being the part of the Soviet Union. Since 1991 Kazakhstan is independent country and it is the 9th largest territory in the world, bordering with Russia, China, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, and Turkmenistan. Our kennel was registered in 2008 in FCI. However, keenness on German shepherd dogs started back in far 1977, when my father was a youth. My father was only 16 years old when he bought his first dog – a female called Utah.
At that time there were no pure-blooded German shepherds in KazSSR (note: Kazakh Soviet Socialist Republic; before 1991 Kazakhstan was one of the 15 Republics as part of USSR), while throughout the Soviet Union there were only few of them. That is why the East European shepherd dogs (note: Soviet type of German Shepherd dog, unrecognized by FCI) were more popular. My father had got one litter out of Utah.
In 1979 when my father was called to serve in the army in the frontier troops to the border with China, he couldn’t took Utah with him since a service dog had to be young for specialized trainings, while she was already more than 2 years old. My father had had to buy a young male, which was already one year old at that time. This dog was called Uran. For that time it was a very harmoniously built male with the desired type.
Once, Uran even saved my father's life during the military service.
A wolf was grown in the kennel of military unit. His ears were cut off in order to be recognized in case of escape.
Once, a female dog, which was in heat, was brought to that wolf’s cage in order to mate. Another military dog called Tuman was freely walking outside. After sensing the smell of the heat this male somehow released the door lock of the cage with his nose and let them out. That day Bolat was on a duty and there were nobody around. After he noticed what was going on, he immediately rushed to place the dog into the cage. After my father placed the dog into the cage, he then decided to lure the wolf into the cage with a peace of meat. He threw the meat into the cage, but the wolf didn’t enter in. My father had to enter into the cage in order to pick up the meat and try again. Bolat looked around and made sure that there was no wolf nearby. He stepped in. But it turned out that the wolf was waiting for my father all this time, he bit his back side of the thigh from behind. The second bite came to a foot. Father had to punch the wolf’s nose to be released from the bite. After the wolf let his foot out, father shut the door from the inside of the cage. But the wolf began to hit the door with his nose. The attacks were so strong, that my father could hardly stand with his pressure.
Luckily, at that moment Uran was freely laying behind the kennel gnawing a bone. When the door was almost crashed and the wolf attempted to make the next hit, Uran attacked the wolf’s neck and knocked him off his feet. Then the wolf got up and began to dodge Uran’s attacks and in the right moment he jumped over the fence with the height of more than 2 meters. On the next day a local resident shot the wolf near his house. That is how faithful and very brave Uran saved my father’s life. Nobody knows what could had happened if there was no Uran nearby.
After the military service my father didn’t maintain dogs for a long time because of the circumstances. Since childhood, looking at my father’s old photo albums I always admired the dogs and draw them. Since we lived in apartment at that time we could not keep dogs. And only in 2000, when I was 12 years old, I insisted on purchasing a German Shepherd puppy with the provision that it will live in a village with my grandmother and that on vacations I could come and train it. That is how I got my first dog. It was a female which I called Utah - the same as my father’s first dog. Utah was a daughter of Vaiturs of Golden Gate (son of Olimp aus dem Schwarzen Zwinger and grandson of Odin von Tannenmeise). Unfortunately, she died during the birth when she was two years old. After Utah my second dog was a female called Limba – a daughter of Pablo vom Steckenborn (son of Urk von der Wienerau). When we found out that she had a hip dysplasia, we had had to sell her. And, finally, in 2003 at the age of 50 days we imported Ku Haus Arlett from Moscow, who laid the foundation for our kennel…