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News 2010-04-04 Donny's Dad
Hello Joyce
I visit your site periodically and noticed a while back
that a member of the public wrote to you regarding her attempts at becoming a
yorkie breeder. I milled over the idea of writing my experience to you, and now
I have decided to do so.
I have been on my own all my adult life, I worked for the
same Company most of my life, They sold out to other people and I decided to
leave at that stage. To start looking for new employment, and meet new people
and find my feet after all these years, was not for me. So I decided to stay
home. I joined , the sewing circles, the
book club and so forth.
I had two Yorkies which were getting on in years, but
someone at the book club asked me why I did not consider breeding my Yorkies?
They were old to be honest with you. The boy had never been fixed the girl
had. I remembered at the time of buying
these two dogs, they came from litters of four and five pups. NOT bad I
thought, good money. So I started to make enquiries about possibly breeding the
odd yorkie pup. It would help me financially and also keep me occupied at home.
I made contact with a very nice breeder and purchased a
female from her. This Lady had two Yorkies
that she bought from a big breeder, she took these females back to the breeder
for mating, so did not need the extra trouble of keeping her own male. This was
great, I thought possibly of doing the same
My girl came on heat, and I contacted the breeder of the
girl and made arrangements to take my girl to the big breeder she referred
to. I went to this Breeder and my little
girl was introduced to a male, which she snapped and snarled at. The male I really liked, was her father, and
the breeder was more than happy to cover her with him. A phone call to my vet –
stopped that from happening. The male
she suggested however, she said was not always co-operative and it was often a
pretty much hit and miss affair – however we could try. We left the two together in a room of the
house, to get acquainted while we went and had some tea which the maid had made
for us.
There were a good few Yorkies running all over, and the
maid was vacuuming much better, opening and closing doors and shouting at the
dogs. I remember thinking how really busy this household was. Anyway, we heard this dog yell out, and I
jumped up recognizing the yell, it was my girl. The Breeder told me to relax
and stay seated she would ask the maid to check. The Maid came back and told her
they had mated, and mentioned the dogs name – not the one I thought it to be. I
said to the breeder so and so, she said no the maid had to have made a mistake
it was the right dog. Just then the stud
I had selected ran past, and the Breeder had this puzzled expression on her
face, She then got up and went to look to find a totally different male had
mated with my girl. The male was big, in
comparison to both my female and the male I had chosen. I was furious, The breeder then had words
with the maid, who then said SORRY,...... but sorry did nothing for me…….
I got up to leave and the stud fee was requested. I said seeing my dog
was mated by the wrong dog, I should not be paying you a cent. She said I was
welcome to return the next day and she would see she was mated to the other male.
What then about the papers – well there would be no papers. I wanted papers, I
did not return again. My dog was
pregnant, she was scanned and I was told to expect two pups.
Due date came and went, and on a particular Friday night,
my girl started labour. I had friends
over for dinner, work colleagues from my previous employment, and as the night
continued, the dog got more and more restless. One in the morning, I could no
more and neither could the dog, something had to be wrong. I called my vet,
only to hear his voice mail message saying he was out of town but to contact
his partner. I contacted the partner, he was on an emergency, with a horse battling to foal, and that had
been going on quite a while, I should go to the emergency night clinic a fair
distance from me. I had no option and
off I went. In my neurotic state I forgot to put in petrol, and broke down
along a rather desolate road. I was now in serious trouble, I really had no
idea what to do. I was looking for my cellphone, which I had also left at home,
when a car pulled up in front of me. I
was very happy to see a mother father and two children in that car. The father
looking at me as if I was mad, saying LADY have you any idea just how dangerous
your situation is ? – trust me I did not need reminding. He helped me with
petrol and off I went. My dog had gone very quiet and just sat looking at me,
every now and then trying to lick and clean herself, I just burst into tears. This was so unfair; I
went on my way and got lost in the process of trying to find this clinic. On
arrival, I must have looked rather bad, as the receptionist, asked if I had had
a bad time, her sympathetic voice, brought on floods of tears. My female dog
lying totally flat, panting like mad totally exhausted. The vet came out,
looked at her in the box, told me to fill out the forms, and he would then see
her. Well, the forms seemed like a book I was reading, it went on and on and
on. Then came the crunch line, deposit
up front R4 000-00. I explained to the
receptionist, I just did not have that kind of money right then. I could make a
plan. Well she disappeared and came back
looking rather embarrassed, the clinic only worked on this basis no deposit, no
consultation. I burst into tears, at that stage the vet on duty came out and
told the receptionist he was going down the road would be back shortly. I asked her where he was off to; he was going
to buy some food and coffee down the road. I was shocked; here I was crying my
heart out, my dog in dire straits, and no help to be found, unless of course
you had money with you. The receptionist poor girl, was also up in arms, had no
idea what to suggest. I had no one I could phone at that time of night, and the
friends from the sewing circle and book club, were not that type of friend.
I was sitting there crying, sobbing, the receptionist not
knowing how to console me, when a Gentleman walked in, a very old Chihuahua in
his hand. The receptionist knew him
well, asked how Donny was doing. Seemingly a regular occurrence for Donny to
visit the clinic, elderly, collapsed trachea and an owner who doted on
him. He took a seat and waited, she told
him the vet would be with him shortly was down the road for a minute.
I was still sobbing away and then this Gentleman asked me
if I had had to put my much loved pet to sleep. I explained my much loved pet
was in the dog basket beside me, in dire straits, I explained what had happened
to me in the previous hours . He said
nothing but stood up and walked to the receptionist, took out a card handed it to her. The vet walked in shouting out welcoming greetings
to Donny’s Dad. I was not sure what to say. He said the dog would have a Caesar
and to take a seat. Sometime later he called me in and said she would stay the
night, I was to return tomorrow and one pup remained. This clinic was quite a
distance from my home. I then brought up the subject of payment. The vet looked
at me quite confused, payment he asked, but you have paid in full. I was now
totally confused. I went out his consulting room, approached the receptionist,
and asked her if she had come to my assistance, because I knew she was doing
her sums. NO she had not, but my account had been paid for in full. I looked at
her again, now really confused. Donny’s Dad nowhere to be seen. The gentleman had paid my vet bill. The vet
himself totally unaware of it. I could
not possibly accept this from him and asked for his contact details, I would
make a plan and repay him his money. The
receptionist just smiled and said your obvious love for your dog, was all the
payment Donny’s Dad needed.
Needless to say I was so grateful, and another thing I
might mention. My girl was spayed and that is the end of my breeding career
with Yorkies………
It is highly unlikely that Donny’s Dad will ever read
this mail, but if he happens to, my eternal gratitude to such a Gentleman,
without him, I cannot imagine what would have happened to me and my yorkie…… Angels do exist, they come in all forms, they even appear as
Donny’s Dad………..
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