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This is a poem about a young Rottweiler bitch in Scotland who was abused by puppy farmers just to generate money. In the year 2000 we heard of the plight of a young bitch who had 3 litters in 19 months and was going to be bred from again in her next season. My wife and I tried to prevent this happening and told people about her plight and asked Rottie owners not to cover this bitch. We asked a Rottie owner who had 2 sons from our Champion Dog not to use anything with Jacraila on this bitch but the lure of money was too great and they covered her. She had 4 litters and 39 pups in 28 Months The person who covered the bitch has been rewarded by being elected to the committee of our one and only Breed Club. The promise of success to those pulling the strings was more important than any code of Ethics and the fate of this bitch was ignored. It has long been my opinion that some breed clubs exist only for the progress of certain committee members and the welfare of our breed is secondary to their success. I regret nothing in trying to help this bitch and I wonder how many breed clubs in the World would condone such an action (what is your opinion????)

"Who Cares" Who cares if I live or maybe die I take a breath and give a sigh The heart is tired my body's weak Who has the courage just to speak They breed my body for money's sake Another litter I have to take Four in a row in two short years I try to smile behind the tears The Breed Club knows my whereabouts But nobody hears and no one shouts A hidden agenda is there you see The promise of fame has scuppered me A judging appointment and then the C.C. This is the prize for ignoring me No one cares for a young dogs life My futures now just pain and strife 39 pups I've had to rear Every season I have to fear So stop these people and ease my pain Why do I suffer for monetary gain? You know it happened before your eyes Please hear my pain and heed my cries They climb the ladder for fame and greed I hope Dear lord they don't succeed Eddie Nicol