12/08/2025
I refuse to become the kind of breeder who loses her heart in the process.
I’ve seen it happen.
People start out loving the dogs… and somewhere along the way, they love the income more.
The spark fades.
The calling turns into convenience.
The dogs become numbers.
The litters become paychecks.
And I promised myself a long time ago
that would never be me.
I refuse to be the kind of breeder who looks at a heat cycle and sees dollar signs instead of responsibility.
Who treats dogs like inventory instead of souls.
I refuse to chase trends, colors, patterns, viral looks at the cost of health, temperament, and stability.
Because these are not accessories.
These are living, breathing little hearts who will grow into someone’s family member.
And I refuse to forget the families waiting on the other side of these puppies.
The kids who’ve prayed for a dog.
The mama who needs companionship.
The couple starting their little life together.
I will never be the breeder who takes the payment, hands over the puppy and emotionally clocks out.
To me, placing a puppy isn’t a sale
it’s an extension of my heart walking out the door. Especially if at anytime we have to ever rehome an adult dog as well. It’s harder than you will ever know.
I refuse to breed for attention.
For likes.
For clout.
For bragging rights.
For the approval of the internet.
I refuse to be the breeder who stops learning.
Who gets comfortable.
Who stops asking questions because “I’ve been doing this long enough.”
The moment I stop growing is the moment I stop deserving these dogs.
Instead, I choose to be the breeder who still feels everything even in the hard times and during breaks of breeding.
Who still gets butterflies every time a mama goes into labor.
Who panics a little at every quiet puppy.
Who gets up through the night “just to check one more time.”
Who celebrates every tiny milestone like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it.
I choose to be the breeder who prays over her dogs always,
before breeding, during pregnancy, during whelping, and long after the puppies leave.
I choose to carry the emotional weight of every life I help bring into this world.
The hard decisions.
The sleepless nights.
The fear.
The joy.
The heartbreak.
All of it.
When a puppy is born here, they take a piece of me with them.
And that doesn’t fade after eight weeks…
Not ever.
I choose to be the breeder who would rather have one exceptional litter
than ten rushed, careless, poorly planned ones.
Because at the end of the day, anyone can put two dogs together.
Anyone can post pictures.
Anyone can sell puppies.
But not everyone is willing to carry the emotional, physical, and moral weight that comes with truly ethical breeding.
Not everyone is willing to say “no” when money is on the table.
Not everyone is willing to do things the right way when no one is looking.
Not everyone is willing to put their heart on the line again and again and again, even when finances are tight.
But I am.
As long as I am doing this,
this is the standard I will hold myself to.
Whether it’s easy or not.
Whether people understand or not.
Whether anyone ever sees the behind-the-scenes or not.
Because these dogs deserve it.
The families deserve it.
And my heart… could never live with anything less. 🤍🐾♥️
First and foremost, we give God all the Glory and Honor. If it wasn't for Him, we wouldn't be able to do what we love to do.
“So, whatever you do, always do it heartily as to the Lord & not to man.”
“1 Corinthians 18:23” NKJV
