What is a Breeder?

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

 

 

The Bed Puppy

Now I lay me down to sleep,

The king-size bed is soft and deep....

I sleep right in the center groove

My human being can hardly move!

I've trapped her legs, she's tucked in tight

And here is where I pass the night.

No one disturbs me or dares intrude

Till morning comes & "I want food!!"

I sneak up slowly to begin

My nibbles on my human's chin.

She wakes up quickly,

I have sharp teeth -

I'm a puppy, don't you see?

For the morning's here

and it's time to play

I always seem to get my way.

So thank you Lord for giving me

This human person that I see.

The one that hugs and holds me tight

And shares her bed with me at night!

------Author Unknown------

DOG

When God had made the earth & sky, the flowers & the trees

He then made all the animals, the fish, the birds & bees.

and when at last He'd finished, not one was quite the same.

He said, "I'll walk this world of mine & give each one a name".

And so He traveled far & wide & everywhere He went

A little creature followed Him, until it's strength was spent.

When all were named upon the earth, & in the sky & sea,

The little creature said, "Dear Lord, there's not one left for me".

Kindly the Father said to him, "I've left you to the end.

I've turned my own name back to front & called you dog, my friend.

         

Author Unknown

 

God made a little dachsie to brighten up our day-

He took a bit of sunshine-Laughter, love, and play-

and rolled it up in a sausage shape just right for a hug,

with bright eyes full of mischif set in its little mug.

With little paws a pattering, to take it here and there-

and a cold wet nose-but then He thought, "Oh, what about the hair?

Shall I make it long and silky, or wiry, that's so sweet,

or make it simple, and have it smooth and satiny and neat?

And what about the color-how can I pick just one?

Shall it be black, or red or brown or dappled, just for fun?"

He pondered while He made the world, and all creatures great and small-

And then the answer came to Him-"OF COURSE! I'll make them ALL!!"

So remember that a dachshund is special, from above-

His coat of many colors is a sign of God's great Love.

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