Life As A Pup
A good poem to read before getting your first puppy!

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Last updated January 8th, 2011

You will find puppies that cost less than mine and you will find puppies that cost more than mine. It will be hard to find puppies raised any better than mine, or from so many quality ancestors that you can see for yourself. My dogs are all home raised. I have no kennels. I have two large fenced yards and a puppy pen. Each area has a dog door that allows the dogs into a screen porch that allows the dogs into the house.

The main yard and house has all spayed or neutered dogs; adult females and growing pups. They have free choice to run inside or out. The young pups are confined to the pup pen when I am not home and mix with the family when I am home. The stud dogs unfortunately are confined to the screen porch with access to it's large yard. They only come into the house in the evenings, wearing "pee-bands". After all, they are stud males trying to solicit business from the girls!

I am fortunate to have a lot of help socializing the pups. My parents live next door and a retirement home is at the end of my street. The home has a lot of "Puppy Petters", a group of people who come nearly everyday to hold, pet, love and play with the pups.

I average about three litters a year, each litter having 1 - 4 pups. So I am never in a hurry to sell a pup. Thus I have been fortunate and have usually found fantastic homes for the babies.

Judy Council

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 years "vacation". The 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. 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 Breeders lap is a marvelous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed. A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrusts of a puppy's wet nose.

A Breeders 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 Breeders 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 Breeders arms are always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a newcomer.

A Breeders 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 Breeders eyes are blurred from pedigree research and sometimes blind to her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competitions faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.

A Breeders 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 Breeders 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

TOP 10 REASONS TO BREED DOGS

...10...Thought the house was too orderly
...09...Never did like having a full nights sleep
...08...Wanted my Vet to get a new BMW
...07...Thought the furniture looked too nice
...06...Love the sounds of puppies in the morning, noon, afternoon, evening, midnight, pre-dawn, etc.
...05...Garden and backyard needed renovations, and didn't want to pay a gardener.
...04...Neighbors didn't complain enough
...03...Kids weren't enough of a challenge
...02...If you can train & show one dog, why not ten
...01...Wanted to see if spouse really meant those vows

THOUGHTS TO THINK WHILE YOU'RE HOLDING THE CUTEST PUPPY IN THE WORLD AND
WONDERING WHETHER YOU SHOULD GET INVOLVED

How much do I love thee?
Let me count the ways:

Will I love you when you puddle for nineteen continuous days on that
gorgeous Indian blanket that my friends have all admired?
Will I love you when I find you on my pillow when you're tired?
Will I love your muddy paw prints when you chase a butterfly from the 
garden through the kitchen when the floor wax isn't dry?
Will I love you when you're shedding and all day I vacuum hair?
When in digging you demolish ten begonias raised with care?
Will I love you just past midnight when I let you out and then I let you 

in then let you out then let you in again?
Will I love you when you're lunching on a hundred dollar shoe? 
(True, you didn't touch the other, but I kinda needed two.) 
The day you eat the birthday cake will I forgive? Forget? 
Oh how much will I love you as I go to pay the vet for binding up 
with tenderness that nasty little gash you got while decorating the 

lawn with all our trash?
Will I love you when you're sandy, dripping water from the beach.
As I chase you 'cross the carpet and you stay just out of reach?
At these times let me remember how cute you look today And sigh

and tell myself-
                           I love you any way!

HOW MUCH $ DID I MAKE??
By Lucy Campbell

The litter was gorgeous and well should it be
The dam was a daughter of Ch. Well Bred Lady.
Her sire, a big winner, an historic old man,
This bitch just couldn't lose as Miss Fantastic Dam.

She came into season on schedule for me,
The vet said "all healthy," and I paid his fee.
The stud was tops and asked for a lot,
"It's worth it," I thought, though my bank roll was shot.

The shipping was high - she went to L.A.
She went to the vet the very next day.
Her smear told "not ready" for four days, they said,
So she sat in the kennel until she was bred.

Shipped home with a bill, I asked, "What for?"
Why, for pickup and boarding, and vet bill and more.
I paid it, though I hadn't planned on the rate.
"It's worth it," I thought, "for a litter of greats"

For weeks we went back and forth to the vet,
For checkups to be sure that it was all set.
She grew fat and heavy, but complained not a peep,
As I paid for supplements that surely weren't cheap.

Her whelping was easy, no problems there.
The vet looked at each and handled with care.
"Dew claws off in three days, Come back then."
I took out my checkbook and he lent me his pen.

Dew claws removed, it wasn't much a deal,
Just a quick cut and suture and a little squeal.
None got infected and the cost was low,
So much more trouble if you just let them grow.

No more free time, I found as a "Mother."
"It's worth it," for I wouldn't have any other.
The puppies are lovely, they're just what I sought.
I'll make back all I've spent as soon as they're bought.

The puppies grew older, shots and food were a need.
"It's worth it," said I as I taught them to feed.
Cleanup more often, the smell was not great.
I installed a new run and a puppy proof gate.

The dam's breeder gets a puppy; one, too I would get.
That leaves three to sell for my debt.
One is too big, that's surely not good,
Another's head is all wrong, so he may be a dud.

The last looks okay, but her bite may not be sound,
It may get better, but that's something I doubt.
The sales are all made, but someone backs out.
A new buyer is found, I'm so glad I could shout!

My bitch is a wreck, can't be shown for a year,
My new puppy's good, except for that ear.
"Was it worth it," say I, "can I really assert?"
How much did I make? I lost my shirt!

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