07/02/2023
Food for thought:
Dear Current & Future Puppy families:
Your puppy was loved here first! I imagined you before you even knew me. I planned for and cared about your baby long before you even started thinking of adding one to your home. I worried about your future with that puppy before you knew there would be one.
Years upon years were spent researching lines for the parents of your puppy. Networking, wading through the bad breeders, to find the ones that have the same morals and ethics as I, and choosing not only my pet, but looking for a dog that would make you yours. Worrying if you’d be happy, if I had chosen correctly. Wondering and obsessing if your puppy would grow up healthy and happy. Picking the brains of as many knowledgeable breeders as I could, determined to not miss a thing. Took my time learning EVERYTHING I could find, to know the ins and outs not only for my knowledge, but so that I could guide my future customers and prepare to go over every detail with you, to answer the questions that sometimes you don’t even know to ask.
Then, there’s all the time that it takes to raise your puppy’s mother and/or father. Loving them and enjoying them as part of my family. Taking them everywhere I could, training them, socializing them, watching and agonizing about how they will mature. Obsessing and questioning myself each and every step if I had made the right choice. Scrutinizing their conformation, their movement, and of course, their temperament. Making sure Mom was of a ripe age before allowing a suitor to proceed.
Finally came the time to put your puppy’s parents together. For the next 62 days I worried, I obsessed, and I grew excited. I watched your puppy’s mom 24/7. Making sure my baby was ok, monitoring her diet better than I do my own. Spent hours with her watching her tummy grow and looking for any signs of distress. As both our babies grew, I laid my hands on her tummy and felt the first movements of your puppy. I spent most nights with her making sure she didn’t go into labor without my knowing.
When the c-section started my whole life stopped. Your baby was born and I held my breath as they were cleaned up, watching for movement and breathing, checking them over, and wondering if you’d love them as much as I already did. I cried when your baby’s sister didn’t make it. I cry every time I think of her.
For the first 8 weeks my life was filled with everything puppies. I watched them grow and made sure I was doing everything possible to ensure that their lives started off the right way. I made sure each one was getting enough to eat, enough socialization, healthcare and keeping them safe.
I searched for you and interviewed you. I tried to read your character. Would you love them as much as I do? Would you care for this tiny life that I brought into this world and was responsible for? I trusted you and welcomed you into our family. The day you took your baby home was harder than I’d ever let on. I was excited for you but I was also terrified. Had I chosen correctly?
My love and worry didn’t end there. I think about your baby regularly, get excited with any updates picture, beam with pride and show everyone I care about how fantastic our baby is doing, saddened when I don’t get update. I hope you are caring for your baby the way I care for mine.
I loved your baby first and I will never stop.
Signed,
Responsible breeders everywhere