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"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 concience, convince and commitment.
  A Breeder is one who sacrifices personal interests, finances, time, fancy furniture and deep pile carpets! she gives up the dream of long luxurious cruises in favour of turning that all important show into this years "vacation"
The Breeder goes without sleep ( but never without coffee /cola! )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 a culmination of a lifetime of dreams.
A Breeders lap is a marvelous place where generations of proudand noble champions once snoozed.
A Breeders hands are strong and firm and often soliled, 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 are wide enough to support the weight of a thousand defeats and frustrations.
A Breeder arms are always able to weild a mop, support an arm full of puppies, lend a helping hand to a newcomer.
A Breeders ears are wonderous things, sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangely shaped (from being pressed against a phone reciever), 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 competition's faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.
A Breeders brain is foggy on faces , but can recall pedigrees faster than an IBM computer. Its so full of knowledge that sometimes it blows a fuse; it catalogues thousands of good boning, fine ears, and perfect heads.......
And buries it in the soul, the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.
The Breeders heart is often broken, but beats strongly with hope everlasting.......... And its always in the right place!