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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 Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where dogs of proud and noble heritage often
snooze.
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 bending and sitting in the
whelping box, but are strong enough to guide that new little pup to maturity.
A Breeder's shoulders are often heaped with responsibility, but they're 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
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 an anxious puppy.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM
computer.
The 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!!!
Author Unknown
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 Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where dogs of proud and noble heritage often
snooze.
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 bending and sitting in the
whelping box, but are strong enough to guide that new little pup to maturity.
A Breeder's shoulders are often heaped with responsibility, but they're 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
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 an anxious puppy.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM
computer.
The 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!!!
Author Unknown