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 favour 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 eight. She disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to
mouth to save a gasping new-born, 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 boning, fine ears, and perfect heads...
and buries in the soul the failures and the ones that didn't turn out.

A 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!!