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What is a Breeder?
". . .A 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 years "vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee - or
tea in my case!) 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 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 show 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 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 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
bonings, 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!!. . ."
Author unknown
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