Breeder Poem

                           I am a Breeder .....

My food receipts for a family of 7 and my dog food bills match
                           My water bill has doubled

                           My electric has tripled

This is I, a Breeder, who when my fridge quit, saved the dog meds and

                             let my food spoil

My feet find the way to the kennel before I have even grabbed a cup

of coffee in the morning and the kennel is my last stop before bed.

While my friends are on a cruise to the Bahamas and my family meets

                 for Christmas I am home delivering puppies.

I haven't had a real vacation in 7 years, but maybe soon. All plans

      are made around heat dates, whelp dates and vet appointments.

I shower and 10 minutes later my grand kids say I smell like a dog.

My clothes are all stained with fecal matter, urine, afterbirth or bleach

           I have to remember to clean my shoes before church

                           Most of my friends breed dogs

                 who else can you call at 3 am for support?

Who else has the experience I sometimes need, the med I sometimes

   need, or just an uplifting word I sometimes need? Who else would

understand how it feels to have invested hours and hours and hours

                          in a weak puppy to lose it ?

          Or the joy in investing hours in one that lives?

I have slept on the floor beside a litter until the crucial 2 weeks have

passed. I have bottle fed a litter of 12... feeding every 2 hours and

           it taking 90 minutes to do, for weeks at a time.

I have learned to be proficient at micro chipping, vaccinations, sub q fluids,

                             bottle feeding and tube feeding.

                         My Vet knows me by my first name

                            the Vet knows my children

                          the Vet now know my grandchildren

  my Vet knows it was I who added on the wing to the Vet Clinic.

                                I am a Breeder

    It is to me that 63 days takes on new meaning still excited by every

new life it is I who delivers all my pups, towels and heat lamps on ready

              happiness and sadness sometimes intermingled

Even though it increases my work load, I look forward to the 10 day

    stage when eyes open, and puppies begin to emerge from the

helplessness of newborns. Puppy breath, a first bark, and a heart of


I am a conscientious lover of animals and I have found ny niche.

                                  I am a Breeder

And although I feel no shame there is a part of me that feels the

need to hide from powers that could come to invade my home and take

my dogs ... maybe for finding a mild infraction, a leaf in the water dish?

               A kennel not yet cleaned for the day?

A rash I am home treating? I tell my children and grandchildren to hush,

    do not tell others we are dog breeders, and I wonder when  did

  breeding puppies go into the same secret place as criminal activity ?

I am a Breeder and I am not cruel, dumb, uncaring or criminal. I am not

raking in money while sitting on my butt. Every penny I make I earn through

                         blood, sweat and tears.

     My greatest joy is a healthy puppy and a wonderful home.

                 The card of thanks and the pictures of
  my puppy with its new family is the fringe benefits of my efforts.

I am an animal lover, nurse, midwife, heavy laborer, customer service

            representative, and marketer. AND I am a Breeder


  Written By An Unknown Author


My Little Puppy

I love my little puppy; she makes my house a home.
She is my very best friend; I never feel alone.
She makes me smile;
She makes me laugh;
She fill my heart with love....

Did some breeder breed her, or did she fall down from above?

I've never been a breeder, never seen life through their eyes;

But, still I hold my little puppy and just sit and criticize. I've never known their anquish' I've never
felt their pain, the caring of their charges, through snow and wind or rain.

I've never sat the whole night through, waiting for babies to be born, the stress and trepidation when
they're still not there by dawn. I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands, this darling
little baby, who weighs but 60 grams.

Should you do that instead of this... or this instead of that?

Alone you fight and hope on day, he'll grow to be a dog.

You pray he'll live to bring joy to another family, and make a house a home.

You know it's all up to you; you'll fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottles, heating pads, you've got to get this right, two-hour feedings for this tiny guy,
throughout the day and night.

In your heart you know you're almost sure to lose the fight, to save this little baby, but God willy you just MIGHT.

Day one he's in there fighting, you say a silent prayer.

Day two & three, he's doing well, with lots of love and care.

Day four & five ... he's still alive; your hopes soar to the heavens.

Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands.

Day seven. You take this little angel, and bury him alone.

With aching heart and burning tears, and an exhausted groan, you ask yourself,
"Why do this? Why suffer all this pain?"

But seeing the joy your puppies bring ... it really self-explains.
So, when you think of breeders and label them with "Greed,"

Think about what they endure to fill anothers need.

When you buy a puppy, and with your precious dollars part, remember, You only pay with money .....
we pay with our heart.


                               A BREEDERS LIFE........

A 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. One that
                                shares this knowledge and guides those interested.

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 show into this year's "vacation."

The Breeder goes without sleep in hours spent planning a breeding or watching anxiously
                 over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little 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 and puts mouth to mouth, to save a gasping newborn, literally
blowing life int a tiny helpless creature that my 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 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 !!!!



1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your
    work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when
     speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I
    choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might
    be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food. I have been in the sun too
    long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to
    watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there,
    because I love you so.

Take a moment to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take care of them. Life would be
much duller, less joyful without God's critters. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be
surrounded by hope, love and joyfulness. It is her on earth and has four legs.