And so, I'm sure do they. From Queensland way they came, They worked the mobs in heat and dust, I'd like to do the same. You buy a bitch, a winning thing' And make her a champion in the ring. Taking lots of time, you look around, The stud ,ust be both typey and sound. You study the pedigree 'till blind, Building the litter in your mind.
Several possibilities appear.
The next nine weeks don't go fast. Of course, she whelps in the middle of the night. With luck and care it turns out right. The next eight weeks you fret and strain, Feed and scoop in driving rain. You take care with the homes they get.