Breeder's Poem
A Breeder is one who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all. One
who wrestles with decisions of conscience, convenience and commitment.

A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, friendships, fancy
furniture and deep pile carpeting! She gives up dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favor of
turning that all important show into this years “vacation”.

A Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee!) in hours spent planning a breeding. Or
watching anxiously over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze,
wiggle or cry.

A Breeder skips dinner parties because that litter is due or the babies have to be fed at 8.
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 generations of proud and noble champions once
snoozed. A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to thrusts of a puppy’s wet nose.

A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending and sitting in the birthing
box, but are strong enough to enable the Breeder to show the next choice pup to

A Breeder's shoulders are stooped and often heaped with the abuse of competitors, but they are
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 a sick puppy.

A Breeder's eyes are often blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own dog's
faults, and are always searching for the perfect specimen. A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall a pedigree faster than a Mac computer, being so full of knowledge that it can sometimes blow a fuse. It catalogs thousands of good bonings, fine ears and perfect heads…and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn’t turn out.

 A 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
Serenity Biewers
Romulus, MI 48174
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