Poems

A collection of poems which might be of interest about breeders and puppies and owning your new best friend.

SO YOU WANT A PUPPY

So you want a puppy, will you want it all its life?

Will he be of all-important, like family and wife?

Will you handle him with gentleness, even when you're in a mood?

And see his water's always fresh and that he's got good food?

Will you train him kindly and brush him every day?

And provide him with a clean dry bed, where he can always lay?

Will you teach the children that they too must be kind,

And that if he takes their toys, they really mustn't mind?

Will you train him on a lead, to sit and walk to heel?

Not drag him on a choke chain with all the pain to feel.

Will you teach obedience, to come when he's afar?

To lay and stay if needed and be good in the car.

And when he's learnt these lessons and loves you all so true,

Will you thank the day this puppy came to live with you?

And when he's old and feeble and life has passed by,

Your family broken hearted and not an eye is dry,

Will you still be happy, even through the pain,

And remember the good times, and start it all again?

If you can answer YES my friend, to all that I have said

Then you deserve a puppy, the best one ever bred.

BUT if you read my questions and cannot answer true,

Please don't have a puppy, it's not fair on him or you.

Author Unknown

A BREEDER'S TALE.

I love my little puppy, he makes my house a home,

He always is my best friend, I never feel alone.

He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he fills my heart with love,

Did some breeder breed him? Was he sent from heaven above?

I've never been a breeder, or seen life through their eyes

I hold my little puppy, just sit and criticise.

I've never know their anguish, I've never felt their pain,

The caring of their charges, through snow or wind or rain.

I've never waited all night long for puppies to be born,

The stress and trepidation when they're still not there by dawn....

I've never felt the heartache of a little life in my hands,

A darling little puppy who weighs just 60 grams !!

Should you do this instead of that? Or just pray to God?

Alone you fight, and hope one day he'll grow into a dog.

Bring joy to another being and make a house a home.

You know it's all just up to you, you fight this fight alone.

Formula, bottle, heating pads you've got to get this right,

Two hourly feeds for this little mite throughout the day and night.

In your heart you know it, you'll surely lose the fight

To save this little baby, but God willing, you just might....

Day one he's in there fighting, you say a silent prayer,

Day two and three he's doing well, with lots of loving care

Day four and five - he's still alive your hopes soar to the heavens!

Day six he slips away again, dies in your hands day seven.

You take this little angel and bury him alone,

With aching heart and burning tears, (and an exhausted groan),

You ask yourself, Why do this? Why suffer all the pain?

But see the joy that puppies bring - it really self explains!

So, when you think of breeders and label them with "greed"

Think what they sometimes endure to fill anothers need

And when you buy a puppy, with pounds and pence you part.

You only pay with money........

We pay with our hearts.

Author Unknown

WHAT IS A BREEDER

A Breeder (with a capital B) is one who thrists 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 carpet!

She gives up dreams of a long, luxurious cruise in favour of turning that all important show into this years vacation.

The Breeder goes without sleep (but never without coffee) in hours spent planning a breeding or watching over the birth process, and afterwards, over every little sneeze, wriggle 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 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 marvellous place where generations of proud and noble dogs 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 Breeder's back and knees are usually arthritic from stooping, bending and sitting in the birthing box, but strong enough to enable the Breeder to show the next choice pup.

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 wonderous 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 her own dog's faults, but they are ever so keen to the competition's faults and are always searching for the perfect specimen.

A Breeder's brain is foggy on faces, but 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!!!

                                                                  Peggy Adamson