STUD DOGS
~Lamant Of A Stud Dog~
Author Unknown
My job is making puppies, and I get two tries at that. They pat me and tell me "Good Boy" and that's the end of that.
It's half my job to give' em teeth, toplines, fronts and other. Remember, it's only half my job-- they also have a mother.
It's not my job to carry pups and make' em grow and nurse'em. And feed and clean and make' em strong.
That's for a "Mother" and a person.
It's not my job to ween'em and feed them Calcium and food. And stack and gait and housebreak and make' em show or brood.
It's not my job to plan the breeding and learn what produces well; To study pedigrees and learn what's there and pick out what to sell.
It's not my job to guarentee champions, the breeder picks the pair. To make and whelp and feed and show and hope that champ is there.
It's not my job to be on hand when points are given out. The breeder, owners, dam and friends take credit with a shout.
It's not my job to delivery a winner, it's only the genes I sell; But let those puppies turn out bad and guess who catches hell !!!