A Breeders Life - Poem
A Breeder is one who thirsts for
knowledge and never really knows it all, one who wrestles
with decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests,
finances, time, fancy furniture, and deep pile
carpeting! They give up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise
in favor of turning that all important Show into this year's "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep
in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously
over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little
sneeze, wiggle or cry.
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due
or the babies have to be fed at eight. They disregard birth
fluids and put mouth to mouth to save a gasping new-born,
literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that
may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of
proud and noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but
ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from
stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are
strong enough to enable the breeder to Show the next choice
pup to a Championship.
A Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, support an
armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeder's ears are wondrous things, always
fine-tuned to the whimper of a happy or sick puppy.
A Breeder's eyes are blurred from pedigree research,
breed research, and late night puppy care.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall
puppies, their names, and pedigrees. It's so full of
knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogues
thousands of good boning's, fine ears, and perfect heads...
The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly
with hope everlasting.
.. and it's always in the right place!
Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!
Author: Unknown.......