YES I AM A BREEDER
Cindy Smith, www.akitascas.com / TheDogPlace July 2010
You jolt awake with
your heart pounding and jump out of bed. A quick glance at the clock
tells you its 2:38 a.m. You pull on your robe and rush out - kicking
yourself mentally because you've fallen asleep for over 2 hours and have
not been WATCHING.
You glance in the whelping box, a quick count tells you that there is still as
many puppies as there were two hours ago, and all are moving. You offer up
a quick 'Thank You!' Open the door and tell Mom it's okay to go out. She
is hesitant, but nature wins and out she goes for her potty break, rushing
to get it over with so she can get back to her babies ASAP.
The pups are three days old. Every day the worry factor
eases a little, although as an experienced breeder - you know it's gonna be there until these babies that
YOU helped to create are in their new homes, until the show puppies become
champions, and until health clearances all attained. Shrugging, you
acknowledge that you’ll worry about them until they die of old age.
You've just spent two sleepless days trying to save the littlest pup that
didn't make it anyway. Your heart is still aching over the loss, but it's
time to start counting your blessings. So you do what makes it all
worthwhile - you let Mom back in, and settle down beside the box to watch.
You have to smile at Mom as she glances over with a very serious expression
to make sure the other dogs are not too close to her babies. She's worries a
little too, although probably not as much as you do and not over silly
things. You tear up as you remember her heroic efforts as she too tried to
save the little one - constantly bathing and stimulating her in an effort to
get her to nurse, with a soft whine that she didn't have when she nosed the
others. She was worried and it showed, as though she knew the baby might
die. And dogs don’t foresee death? Whoever said that stupid thing?
Again you make a conscious effort to put it behind you, as you look at how
gorgeous and PROMISING these babies look. You glance over at Mom. She's
admiring her sleeping babies and smiling too, all seriousness gone now.
Forever amazed at this, you watch as she stands up, reaches out and breathes
on the pile of puppies causing them to blindly wiggle closer to her breath.
You’ve seen the best mamas do this and you swell with pride for this
first-time mother. Patiently, she guides them further across the box and
then she lies down at just the right spot, offering them access to her
As they squirm their way towards just the right nipple, you see there's
gonna be some perfect rears in this group, and just LOOK at the bone! You've
already decided that you are will call the big boy "Buffalo". With that
head, could there be any other name?!
And look at the ANGLES on that girl! You get lost in admiration as the pups
all find “their” nipple. Little heads rear back on the nipple and what will
be wonderfully curled tails go straight up and vibrate as she lets her milk
down. Chin in hand, entranced at the moment you seen repeated a thousand
times, you smile in weary contentment - and you look up and see that Mom is
Either she's reading your thoughts again, or she just knows how special
these pups are too.
And your heart is warmed - life is good - and you again say "Thank You". And
you are proud to be a breeder because in moments like this, you know its all