Camelot's Ch. Deonies Risque' Excalibur

Top Stud Win Sept. 1997, Annual Specialty

"A Dog's Life" 

June Woodward ©1998

To the ladies fair,

in my heart and prayer,

I hold you with thanks for the giving.

For me you stand,

honoring your man,

Content with the spermies I'm bringing.

Man must provide,

Commit to be tied,

To his lady for life, if he's willing.

No attachments for me,

leaving totally guilt free,

Being glad it's a dog life I'm living.

LAMENT OF A STUD
Author unknown

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.

Its 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 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.