A Breeder (with a Capital B) is one who thirsts for knowledge & never really knows it all. One who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience, & commitment.
A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy furniture, & deep pile carpeting! She gives up the dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of turning that all important show into this years' "Vacation".
The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!) in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, & 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 & 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 generations of proud & noble champions once snoozed. A Breeder's hands are strong & firm & often soiled, but ever so gentle & sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose. A Breeder's back & knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending, & sitting in the birthing box, but are strong enough to enable the Breeder to show the next choice pup to a championship. A Breeder's shoulders are stooped & often heaped with abuse from competitors, but they're wide enoygh tio support the weight of a thousand defeats & 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 a sick puppy. A Breeder's eyes are blurred from pedigree research & sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever keen to the competition faults & 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 a fuse. It catalogues thousands of good bonings, fine ears, & perfect head...and buries in the soul the failures & 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, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!!
BY ....Peggy Adamson