I’m an average sort of dog breeder, I guess. I have too many dogs, love every one of them and wish I could have more. I spend more money on dog shows in a year than I do on five year’s worth of clothes. My doctor had been retired for three years before I found out, but my veterinarian’s phone number is more familiar than my own. In fact when he adds to his clinic, the new wing will be named in my honor. After all, without my business he couldn’t afford to expand.

The popular term for a person like me is hobby breeder, but I kind of think that obsession describes it better. A hobby sounds like something you pick up in your spare time, like stamps or ceramics, but dogs aren’t a sometime thing. About this hobby breeder business though. It’s probably called that because hobbies are usually something on which you spend money rather than make it and boy does that describe dogs!

Oh, I know some people are bound to think, “Humph, with the price of purebred pups, some of those breeders are making a bundle!” But there’s a saying in my hobby – that if you’re making money, you’re not doing it right. There are a lot of expenses like vet bills, BAER testing, OFA testing, Thryroid testing, dog food, stud fees, tattooing, microchipping, registration and advertising. If you start to think of it as a business, you start trying to shave expenses and show a profit – and the dogs suffer for it. So you think of it as a labour of love and damn the expenses!

Then why breed dogs at all? Maybe it’s because puppies are such pure delights that to have a litter playing around the house is like living in a Disney movie. Maybe it’s because I think my breed is so great that I like to see other nice people enjoy their company too. Maybe, it’s because this could be the litter that contains that one perfect pup with all the special ingredients to become the best show dog ever. Other women fantasize about being shipwrecked on a deserted island with Burt Reynolds. In my own special fantasy, I’m being handed the Best in Show Ribbon at New York City’s glamorous Westminster show while this magnificent dog that I’ve bred stands in the spotlight and charms the crowd with her poise and presence. Maybe that dog is in the next litter.

So I breed a litter every now and then. Not too often, because you can’t run off to shows when you’ve got a litter of pups looking to be fed four times a day. They take a lot of time and work and don’t leave you many spare moments. But I think they’re worth it.

“How can you bear to part with them?” people ask. And truthfully, it isn’t easy. The pups are born in a spare room and as they grow their territory expands until they’re old enough to join the mainstream of the rest of the household.

I get to watch each developing personality and to know each one’s nature. I watch them change from deaf, sightless, twitching blobs into positive characters that explore their territory with the tenacity of Cortez or Balboa. After eight weeks of constant companionship, I’m not anxious to hand them over to just anyone. I really try to find the best homes possible for my pups. That’s why I screen buyers.

It all starts when they first call. Nothing irritates me more than callers who begin as though they were connected to the order desk in an auto parts supply store.  “Hello. Is this the kennel?” Do you have any puppies and how much are they?”

Do you have any pups? Unless you still believe in the Stork Delivery Service, the question conjures up a picture of a stock department with shelves of merchandise.  I usually reply, “Yes we sure do! let me run back to the stock room and check on the prices for you.”

And this one I get a lot! “I want a dog for my husband’s birthday. I’d like a black and white female who’ll be eight weeks old on April 23.” Sure, back to the stock room again where I’ll check under B for Black and F for female.

I often sound like don’t want to sell the pups. I tell the people how much exercise they require, how much they eat and remind them that they’re not the quietest animals in the world. They tear things apart and if they find it on the floor, chair, counter where ever....they lay claim to that treasure. If they’re still determined that they want a pup, I invite them out to my place to meet the gang.ntention in the family.

Innocent words can be a warning. If someone remarks that they hate to see dogs ‘cooped up’ and think they should have their freedom, they’re not likely to end up with one of my pups. I don’t want to see one of my pups clobbered by a car while roaming the roadside, or choking on a chicken bone from raided garbage.

One couple arrived at a our home while I was out in the back yard beating the bejabbers out of our living room rug. Standing in the midst of a dense cloud of disrupted dust, I blithely remarked, “That’s the sort of dirt four furry feet can bring in.” I was exaggerating slightly, since the dirt had actually been brought in by sixteen furry feet, but the lady looked slightly aghast and murmured, “Well, we could always keep the dog in the basement.”   "I'm sorry then.....!” I said; “I sell dogs for pets, not basements.”

You know the kind of people I like?

• -I like the ones who ask lots of questions, the ones who want to see all my dogs and the ones who ask if there are any books they can read to learn more about the breed.

• -I like the ones who ask me to suggest training classes or show them how to groom the dogs.

• -I like the people who speak fondly of dogs they have had that have passed on, tell you of the clever things they did and show pictures slightly tattered from much handling and perhaps a tear or two.

• -Most of all, I like the people who will love the pups as much as I do...and that’s a tall order!