A Breeder 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, fancy furniture, and deep pile 
   carpeting! They give 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!) 
   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.  They disregard 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 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 their own dog's faults, but they are ever 
   so keen to the competitions 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's always in the right place! 
   Oh, yes, there are breeders, and then, there are BREEDERS!! 
 
           Author: Unknown.......