I found this on a Labrador site but it rings true for all breeds

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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 favor of turning that all-important Show into this year's "holiday".

The Breeder goes without sleep,
but never without  coffee or tea!
Hours are 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.
She disregards birth fluids and  puts mouth to mouth
to save a gasping newborn,
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 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 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 is always in the right place!

Oh, yes, there are breeders,
and then, there are Breeders

I like that!!!!

Sounds like my Breeder who, lives, sleeps, eats & exists entirely for our breed. :)

If I can be only nearly as good as them in yrs to come, then I'll know when the time is right for me.

Such words of wisdom, credit where credit is due,

written by B.J. Andrews of O'BJ Akitas.

It was originally published in "Kennel Review Magazine" and later in her

book "The World of the Akita".

Thanks, i would have put the author on but didn't know who to credit it to.