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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. |
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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
litter into this years"vacation." |
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A 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! |
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Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due, or the
babies have to be fed at seven. 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 perfect example
of a lifetime of dreams. |
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Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where generations of beautiful
puppies 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! |
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A Breeder's
back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending,
and sitting in the birthing box. Her 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.
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Breeder's arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful
of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer. |
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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.
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Breeder's eyes are blurred from pedigree research, but they are
ever so keen to the competitions faults and are always searching
for the perfect specimen.
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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: who has long ears, and perfect heads...high tail
set and square confirmation. A True breeder buries in the soul
the failures and the ones that didn't turn out, always remembering
and does not repeat! |
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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
BREEDERS :) |
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