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LAMENT OF A
STUD DOG
-Author unknown- |
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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. |
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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. |
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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 "mother" and a person. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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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