I AM A BREEDER... 

My food receipts for my dogs outweighs that of my families. My electricity has tripled, I have more whelping supplies than I do medicine and first aid supplies. I have spent more money on my dogs than myself.

I have medications in my fridge, Incubators on hand, my vet on speed dial and puppy pens in my living room.

I am a breeder, who when my fridge quit, saved the dog meds and let the food go bad. My feet find the way to the puppy pens before I have even ate breakfast in the morning and the puppy pens are my last stop before bed.

While my friends are on Holidays and my family meets for Christmas and New Years I am home hand feeding puppies. I haven't had a real holiday in a while because my dogs come first.

All plans are made around heat dates, whelp dates, puppies going to their new homes and vet dates.

I am a breeder, who has been covered in more bodily fluids from my dogs on more occasions than I care to admit. Bleach is my favorite cleaning product and my home typically smells like a community pool. 

Most of the time my conversations with friends revolves around my dogs. When I get exhausted and feel like I can't do another sleepless night hand feeding a puppy around the clock every 2 hours.

I am breeder who sacrifices my own comfort to sleep on the floor next to a whelping pen so I can hear every time a puppy makes a squeak or to jump up in a panic making sure I didn't over sleep and not hear my alarm for the next 2 hour puppy feeding. Many people wouldn't understand how it feels to have invested hours and hours into a weak puppy to ultimately lose it and how it can feel the same as losing a child or the joy I feel when all the invested hours have paid off in one that lives.

I am a breeder, who has bottle fed, syringe and even sponge fed a puppy doing whatever it takes to ensure it's survival. I have learned to be proficient at vaccinations, sub-q fluids, syringe feeding, warm water enemas, temperature taking and formulated and perfected my own puppy formula. My Vet knows me by my first name, knows my children, and has witnessed me cry countless times. 

I am a breeder, to me that 63 days takes on new meaning, still excited by every new life. It is I who delivers all my pups, towels and heating pads on ready, happiness and sadness sometimes intermingled. It is I who has breathed the first breath of life into a puppy who has refused to take that first breath. Even though it increases my work load, I look forward to the 14 day stage when eyes open, and puppies begin to emerge from the helplessness of newborns. Puppy breath, a first bark, and a heart of exploration. I am a conscientious lover of animals and I have found my niche.

I am a breeder, and I am not cruel, dumb, uncaring, criminal or in it for the money. I take great responsibility for every life I bring into this world and ensure it goes to a wonderful, loving and perfect home, an extension of the same love and care they received while in my own home. I am not raking in money while sitting on my butt. Every penny I make I earn through blood, sweat, hard work and tears. My greatest joy is a healthy puppy and a wonderful home. The card of thanks and the pictures of my puppies with their new families are the fringe benefits of my efforts.

I am an animal lover, nurse, midwife, heavy laborer, Cleaner customer service representative and marketer and

PROUDLY I AM A BREEDER! 🙏🏼