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Lament
of a Stud Dog
My
job is making puppies and I get two tries at that
They
pat me and tell me "Good Boy" and that's the end of that
It's
half my job to give 'em teeth and topline, 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 or nurse 'em
And
feed and clean and make 'em strong
That's
for the "mother" and a person
It's
not my job to wean 'em and feed calcium and food
And
stack and gait and housebreak and make 'em show or 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 guarantee champs, the breeder picks the pair
To
make and whelp and feed and show and hope that champ is there
It's
not my job to be on hand when points are given out
The
breeder, owners, dam and friends take credit with a shout
It's
not my job to deliver a winner, it's only genes I sell
But
let those puppies turn out bad, and guess who catches HELL.
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