|A True Breeder IS......|
|A breeder is one who thirsts for knowledge, never really knows it all, one who wrestles w/decisions of conscience, convenience, and commitment.
One who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, and carpeting.
She gives of the dream of a long vacation in favor of that all important dog show to take it's place.
She goes without sleep-never w/out coffee in hours spent planning breedings or watching over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wiggle, and cry.
She skips dinner parties because the litter is due or babies need to be fed at 8pm.
She ignores birthing fluid to give mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn, blowing life into a tiny, helpless creature that may be the culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A breeder's lap is a wonderful place where generations of noble and proud champions once snoozed. Her hands are strong ,firm, and often soiled, but ever gentle.
Her back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, and sitting in the birthing box, but strong enough to show in the ring her next hopeful to it's championship.
A breeder's shoulders are often weak from abuse from competitors but strong enough to handle her defeats and frustrations.
A breeder's arms are always able to mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a hand to a newcomer.
Her ears are wonderful things, sometimes red from being talked about or strangely shaped from the phone receiver.
Her eyes are blurred from the research of pedigrees, sometimes blind to her own dog's faults.
The breeder's heart is often broken from buried failures but beats strong with hope. It's always in the right place!
There are breeders and then there are BREEDERS!!