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See "Our Veterans" page.......A tribute
to our 50 yrs of Health & Longevity
What Is A REAL
Breeder
A REAL Breeder (with a capital B) 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 year's "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 or cry.
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 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 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 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, 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 Breeder's eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes
blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the
competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect
specimen.
A Breeder's 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 bonings,
fine ears and perfect heads...and buries in the soul the failures
and the ones that didn't turn out.
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 REAL BREEDERS!! |
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