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LAMENT OF A STUD DOG
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My job is making puppies, and I get two tries at that.
They pat me on the head and say "Good Boy", and that is that.
It's half my job to give them teeth, toplines, fronts, rears, and good temperaments.
Remember, it's only half my job, they also have a mother.
It's not my job to carry pups, make them grow, nurse them, feed, clean and make them strong.
That's for the"mother" and and her person.
It's not my job to wean, give them vitamins, food, stack, gait, housebreak, train and make them a "showing" bunch.
It's not my job to plan the breeding, learn what produces well, to study pedigrees, learn what's there, and pick out those to sell.
It's not my job to guarantee champs, the breeder picks the pair.
To mate and whelp and feed and show, and HOPE that the champ is there.
It's not my job to be on hand when points are given out.
The breeder, owner, dam and friends take credit with a shout.
It's not my job to deliver a winner.
It's only genes I sell.
But let the puppies turn out bad,
And guess who catches HELL.
