You buy a bitch, a winning thing, And make her a champion in the ring. You study the pedigree till blind, Building the litter in your mind.
Several possibilities appear.
The next nine weeks don't go fast. The next eight weeks you fret and strain, Feed and scoop in driving rain. You take care with the homes they get. This one is a show dog, this one is a pet. At last, the moment you've longed to know, Your pups have come to their first show.