A dog 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, convience, 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 time with family on holidays
because of a dog in labor.
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 the litter is due or the babies have to be fed at 8. She disreguards birth fluids and puts
mouth to mouth to save a gasping newborn literally blowing life into a tiny helpless creature that may be someone's dream.
A Breeder's lap is a marvelous place where dogs often sit and her face to receive endless kisses.
A Breeder's hands are strong and firm and often soiled, but ever so gentle and kind.
A Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from bending over and sitting in the whelping box, but are strong enough to guide
that newborn 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 always able to wield a mop, support an armful of puppies, or lend a helping hand to a new comer.
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 an anxious puppy.
A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but can recall pedigrees faster than an HP computer.
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!!!