"Anchor" "Barney" "Lady Boston"
WHAT IS A BREEDER?
I am a breeder. I spend a lifetime learning pedigrees, going over dogs, talking, and learning from those in my breed and those outside it. I raise each litter as if I gave birth to them and spend an equal amount of time finding them loving forever homes. I only put puppies on this planet that I think will be the healthiest (mentally and physically) and nicest examples of their breed. I support each family who chose one of my puppies and let them know they are now a part of our extended family. I am there if one needs to come back. I support my breed in rescue and education. I hold them when they arrive and leave this world. I share my knowledge and socialize my dogs so that they will be the advertisement for my dedication. I don't keep track of the money and time I put in to my love of dogs, it would not be a true measure of how I feel. The price I charge for my puppies is never profit, but investment in the next generation. I am not ashamed of who I am... I work hard at being a good dog person and encouraging others to be the same. I am a breeder and I am proud of it. If we don't support each other - we are doomed as a fancy.
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,
friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpeting!
She gives up the dreams of a long,luxurious cruise in favor of
turning that all important Show into this years "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!) in
hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the
birth process, and afterwards,over every little sneeze, wiggle
The Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the
babies have to be fed at eight.
She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a
gasping newborn, literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless
creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeders lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud
and noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever
so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeders back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping,
bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough
to enable the breeder to take the next choice pup to a Championship.
A Breeders shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse
from competitors, but they're wide enough to support the weight
of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeders arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful
of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeders ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being
talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a
phone receiver), often deaf to criticism, yet always fine-tuned
to the whimper of a sick puppy.
A Breeders eyes are blurred from pedigree research and they are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeders brain is foggy on faces, but it can recall pedigrees faster
than an IBM computer. It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it
blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of good boning, fine ears, and
perfect heads... and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that
didn't turn out.
The Breeders 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