My job is
making puppies, and I get two tries at that.
They pat me
on the head and say "good boy" - and that's that.
It's half
my job to give 'em teeth and toplines, fronts, and other.
Remember,
it's only half my job. They also have a mother.
It's not my
job to carry pups and make 'em grow and nurse 'em,
And feed
and clean and make 'em strong, that's for their mother and a person.
It's not my
job to wean and feed the calcium and the food.
And stack
and gait and housebreak and make 'em a showing brood.
It's not my
job to plan the breeding and learn what produces well.
To study
pedigrees, learn what's there, and pick out what to sell.
It's not my
job to deliver a winner, it's only genes I sell.
But let the
puppies turnout bad and guess who catches hell!
(Author unknown)
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