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 and friendships.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 her 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 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 whelping box, but are strong enough to enable the breeder to show the next choice puppy to his 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, 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 & sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competition's 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 fuses,catalogs thousands of great heads,tight and wonderful movement.and buries in the soil 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,my friend,there are breeders...and then there are Breeders!!!!!
A Breeders Life
By Barbara J. Andrews