He job is making puppies, and he get two tries at that.
They pat him on the head and say "good boy" - and that's that.
It's half his job to give 'em teeth and toplines, fronts and other.
Remember, it's only half his job. They also have a mother.
It's not hisy job to carry pups and make 'em grow and nurse 'em,
And feed and clean and make 'em strong, that's for Mother and a person.
It's not his job to wean and feed the calcium and food.
And stack and gait and housebreak and make 'em a racing brood.
It's not his 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 his job to guarantee champs, the breeder picks the pair.
To mate and whelp and feed and show and HOPE the champ is there.
It's not his job to be on hand when points are given out,
The breeder, owner, Dam and friends take credit with a shout.
It's not his job to deliver a winner, it's only genes he sells.
But let the puppies turn out BAD and guess who catches HELL!!!
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