12/30/2025
I will never say that breeding is easy. I became a breeder after losing my beloved Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. The heartbreak was so deep that my husband said we couldn’t get another dog—we were all devastated. After weeks of tears, I tried fostering, but it just wasn’t for me. I couldn’t stand not having a wagging tail in the house.
I spent countless hours looking at what my husband jokingly called “puppy porn,” and that’s when I discovered the Coton de Tulear. Something clicked, and I knew this was the breed I wanted to dedicate myself to.
I immersed myself in learning—dog genetics, health testing, pedigrees, socialization, and canine gestation. I read book after book and was fortunate to find a local breeder who allowed me to whelp litters alongside her. I’ve made mistakes and learned from every one of them. I’ve lost sleep—lots of it. I learned how to tube-feed a puppy who weighed just 2.2 ounces (and that pup is alive and thriving today).
Most days, I’m covered in dog hair, with sticky lint rollers strategically placed everywhere—including my car. I’ve brought fragile pups to work with me, keeping them tucked into the pocket of my lab coat on a hand warmer. I’ve missed vacations, celebrations, and events.
I’ve driven through storms chasing delayed FedEx shipments of semen. I’ve flown to the Czech Republic to borrow a stud. I’ve searched worldwide for unique pedigrees. And I know I’m not unique—there are many seasoned breeders who do just as much and more.
After eight years, I’m now on my second bred by me generation. This little girl is my keeper pup from Clover and Bono. Clover is from Nyala (Bree) × Morninglow’s Murphy.
So… what do you think her name should be? My family isn’t loving my choice.