Lament of a Stud

  • 31/01/2010
  • Categorized in: The Funny Side
Lament of a Stud
  
   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 '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 nurse 'em and make them strong.
   That's for "mother" and foster mom, with this there is nothing wrong.
  
   It's not my job to wean and to feed the calcium and 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 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 champ is there.
  
   It's not my job to be on hand when the points are given out.
   The breeder, owner, dam and friends take credit with a shout.
  
   It's my job to deliver a winner. It's only genes I sell.
   But, let the puppies turn out bad and guess who catches Hell.
  
   - author unknown


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