A Breeder is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all and doesn't pretend they do...

One who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience and commitment...

A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, fancy furniture and deep pile carpeting...

He gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious vacation in favor of turning that spare room into a wonderful puppy room... Besides, who would watch the dogs while he was gone...

He 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...

He skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be  fed at eight...

He disregards birth fluids and does mouth to mouth to save a gasping new-born, literally blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that he knows will fulfill someone's dreams...

His lap is a marvelous place where generations of happy healthy and much adored furbabies have snoozed...And still do...

His hands are strong and firm, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose...

His back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending and sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable him to play on the floor with that rascally bunch at 5 weeks old...

His shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from unkind words of those who don't understand, but they're wide enough to support the weight of a thousand Thank You's from happy new families...

His arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies or lend a helping hand to a newcomer...but can't hold grudges or onto unpleasant ridicule...

His ears are wondrous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone receiver,) yet always fine-tuned to the whimper of a sick puppy or the distant rain that urges him to get the furbabies in from the upcoming bad weather...

His eyes may be blurred from Pedigree Research, but they are ever so keen to what a healthy, happy puppy looks and acts like...

His brain is sometimes foggy on faces, but it can recall how many were in a litter 4 years ago that produced a certain puppy...  It's so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse: it catalogues thousands of colors, sizes and perfect temperaments...  

His heart is sometimes 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!!!

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