Christmas poem

Christmas poem from your local puppy millers and pet shops

We love our puppy customers - They're our #1 bread and butter,

Especially right now at Christmas time With their MasterCards all a-flutter.

Oh sure, they've heard about puppymills - They don't live in a cave.

The tree-huggers dreamed THAT whole thing up. They're really quite depraved!


All OUR pups came from "Local Breeders". These signs around TELL you so;

We paint 'em up and hang 'em high Cause we want you to know!

We don't put a price on honesty, But this pup will cost eight hundred
dollars.

You don't think that we make the big bucks Selling fish food and martingale
collars!

But back to our Christmas Greeting And why we wish you all Good Cheer;

You see, you are $pecial folks to us At this festive time of year.

We love you because you're lazy, Though very well connected.

You just won't take the time to find A breeder who's respected.

You so rarely do your homework. Santa, send us MORE trusting fellas

With no time to learn about Cataracts, hip dysplasia Or Luxating Patellas !

Zoonotic's not a word you learned Playing Scrabble or at school ?

Color Mutant Alopecia ? Duh ! We LOVE it, man, you're COOL !!!

Cryptorchids must be flowers from Hawaii you say ? We will sure not tell you
better.

And you don't need to know Brucellosis, my friend, Unless, of course, you
get 'er !!!

You think that CERF-ing's what cool dudes do Somewhere out in California ?

And OFA's just another old workplace law ? We're sure not going to warn you
!

But should we stumble upon someone Who IS savvy in any way,

We'll just start extolling the wonderful work Of the grand ole USDA !!!

We love you cause you just don't care - You buy it because you want it.

You can lay your cash on OUR counter, ma'am, If you've got it, you OUGHT to
flaunt it !!!

We love the things you DON'T ask !!! It makes our job so easy.

If you saw the sights behind the scene You'd probably get quite queasy.

You'll never see the breeding dogs Who suffer on the wire,

Or pups that die of hyper-thermia When their truck gets a flat tire.

We'll keep you from our back room, too, And put a padlock on the freezer.

Those diseased tiny puppies stiff and cold Would not be a crowd pleaser.

We hope you have a vet you like - That pup's probably gonna need him.

Ivomec wears off in thirty days - That's how long we've guaranteed him !!!

Who cares when you get that blue slip home And find out that it wasn't true.

Your Local Breeder's way out in Timbuktu? HO! HO! HO! That joke's on you !!!


So come and see us, one and all - Join in our Christmas Cheer !

We've strung the tinsel all around. If we could, we'd serve you beer !

We've got the carols playing And a Santa, for good reason;

We're all scrubbed up and looking good So you'll make our Christmas season.

As you walk away with your new pup We'll shed a happy Christmas tear.

Don't change ONE THING about yourself- Just DO come back next year !!!

Author Unknown

(ching, ching)

"local breeder" the store said. Sure enough, pup was diagnosed with pneumonia on his first vet visit - had to be isolated from all other dogs for 4 months, vet visits and meds all expensive.

How could they leave him behind at the store all alone?
Weren't they doing the right thing, by adopting him and providing such good treatment?
At least he is safe and happy.

:sarcasm: and :grr:

My Golden is from a puppy mill -- the mill keeper abused him and then dumped him at the local shelter when he got too big and too terrified of human beings to be sold at a pet store. An animal rescue picked him up immediately and I took him in about a week later. It took all of my best efforts to convince them that I could handle a terrified dog who at that point would not eat out of a bowl, and was afraid of people, doors, stairs, cars, leashes and everything inside a house - he hadn't been in a house until he got to his foster home. He was not afraid of other dogs or of thunder storms. He must have been kept outside in a pen with his mom and littermates and the only thing people 'meant' was slamming gates and being grabbed and hit. MF'ing, MF'ers.

We've been lucky healthwise - after we won the battle of horrid yeast infection in his ears he has been a healthy boy.