A BREEDERS LIFE |
A Breeder with a Capital B is One who thirsts for knowledge and never really knows it all. One who sacrifices personal Interests, Finances, Time, Friendship, Fancy furniture, and Deep Pile carpets. One who gives up their dreams for Long Luxurious Holidays in favour of turning that all important show into this years vaccation. One who goes without sleep in hours of Planning or watching anxiously over the birth proccess and afterwards over every little sneeze wiggle and cry. One who skips dinner parties because that litter is due any day One who disregards birth fluids and puts mouth to mouth to save a newborn whos gasping for air literally blowing life into a tiny helpless baby that may be the culmination of a life time of dreams. One whos lap is a marvellous place where generations of proud and noble champions once snoozed. One whos hands are strong and firm and often soiled but ever so gentle and sensitive to the thrust of a kittens wet nose. One whos back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping bending and sitting in a birthing box. One whos arms are always abe to wield a mop supports an armful of kittens or lends a helping hand to a newcomer One whos ears are wonderous things sometimes red (from being talked about) or strangley shaped from being pressed against the telephone often deaf to criticism yet always fine tuned to the whimper of kittens One whos eyes are blurred from pedigree research One whos brain is foggy with faces but can recall pedigrees faster than IBM computer its so full of knowledge it could blow a fuse it catalogues thousands of good bones fine ears and perfect heads and buries in the soul of failures and the ones that didnt turn out. One whos heart is often broken but it beats strongly with hope everlasting and its always in the right place |