We are located in Clovis, California (halfway between Los Angeles and San Francisco in California's exquisite Central Valley). Our Golden Retrievers are raised on our 3 acre property, where they have a swimming pool and plenty of places to engage their senses. From the moment they are born until the moment they go home, all puppies are hand-raised in a central part of our home (not in a removed bedroom or an adjacent building). In short, they are an integral and essential part of our family!

       We have carefully researched Golden Retriever pedigrees and are always learning more about how best to promote the breed. While our Golden Retrievers are distinctive in their conformation from their AKC counterparts, they are not English Cream Golden Retrievers or White Golden Retrievers. They are Golden Retrievers! At Nicholberry Goldens, our focus is on temperament and health, with a particular passion for raising puppies who are suitable for doing therapy work.

       Before becoming breeders, we suffered great heartache at the early loss of our Goldens  due to cancer (our sweet Daisy girl, pictured here with our boys), and to the degree that we can, it is our mission to spare families from such a painful experience. We believe that a Golden Retriever can and should live a long, healthy life and it is our goal to produce puppies who do just that.

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

   

     

 

 Brian grew up in the Great Lakes region, where the 6 children in his family were responsible for maintaining the Nichols Garden. I grew up in the beach town of Ventura, California, where my mother’s obsession with plants and gardening rubbed off on me. When Brian and I got married, we dreamed of owning our own little farm, where we could grow a gigantic garden, as well as raise children, horses, dogs and any other kind of animal that came our way! In 2004, our dream came true and even now, we pinch ourselves that we actually get to live in such a wonderful home. It’s not fancy, but it’s perfect for us. We simply love it! As for “Nicholberry,” the name is very dear to our hearts. For years, Brian’s father and step-mother sent us homemade jam at Christmas. Our family rejoiced whenever the box arrived from Oregon, because it contained the coveted little jar bearing the name, “Nicholberry Jam.” When Brian’s father lost his fight to diabetes in 2006, we both felt convicted that we should name our little farm in his honor. Thus, “Nicholberry Farms.”

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