at Subarashii...
Ch. Grace will be bred this Spring 2010. We rarely have a litter and we are excited about the potential of what will be.
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What is a Breeder?
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.
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, but never without coffee! Hours are spent
planning a breeding or watching anxiously over the birth process, and
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 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 the 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 championship.
A Breeder's shoulders are stooped and often heaped with abuse from competitors,
but they're 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 blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her
own dog's faults,
but they are ever so keen to the competition' s faults and 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, and perfect heads...and buries in the
soul, the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.
The Breeder's heart is often broken, but it beats strongly with hope
everlasting...and it is always in the right place!
Oh,
yes, there are “breeders”, and then, there are “Breeders!”
~ Author Unknown
