A Breeder (with a capital "B")
is one who thirsts for knowledge, but yet never really "KNOWS IT ALL"
One who wrestles with decisions conscience, commitment, and not just convenience.
A Breeder is one who sacrafices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and deep pile carpet. She gives up the dreams of a long and luxurious cruise, and turns that " ALL IMPORTANT SHOW" into this years "VACATION".
A Breeder goes without sleep, but never without coffee, during the hours of planning a breeding, or watching anxiously over the birth, and for weeks after with every little whimper, wiggle, or sneeze.
A Breeder disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, literaly trying to blow life into a tiny, helpless creature, that may someday become the culmination of a "LIFETIME OF DREAMS"
A Breeder skips dinner parties because a litter is due, or the babies have to be fed at 8
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 sensative to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.
A Breeder's knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the whelping box for hours on end. But are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice puppy to a Championship.
A Breeder's shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they are 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 are always open to help a newcomer to the show ring.
A Breeder's ears are wonderous things, sometimes red from being talked about, or strangely shaped from being pressed against a phone reciever, often deaf to poor criticism, yet always fine tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy.
A Breeder's eyes are often blurred from pedigree research, and sometimes blind to her own dogs 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 can recall pedigrees faster than a Personal Computer. It is so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse. It catalogs thousands of good bonings, fine ear sets, and perfect heads,... and buries in the soul the failures, and the ones that just didn't turn out.
A Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope everlasting... and it is always in "THE RIGHT PLACE"!! Oh yes, there are breeders... and then...
"THERE ARE BREEDERS"
