Branding, What Difference Does It Make? Not once, not twice but many a times I have been called ... a puppy miller or accused of having a puppy factory and have gotten all sorts of bad looks or whatever ... I have always managed to count from one to ten and tried my best to just gain my composure, never ever even trying to defend nor argue. Nor do I ever wish to ill-speak of these people who are just too quick to judge. To my mind, just as in their mind, they are reputable breeders forever trying to breed their perfect dog, they seem perfect themselves ... or at least that is how they seemingly perceive themselves. The first purebred dog I ever owned came from a reputable breeder now a retired judge (refutable, to some), Ma. Rocio de Vega; I was nine. But you see, I was never taught the difference between pet, show or breeding stock. It was only three years later did I first lay my eyes on a litter ticket. So by the time I was twelve, I was experimenting with my Pekingese and the Japanese Spitz dogs I had my aunts supplied me. And if you think that is horrible, what about the cross between the Dalmatian and the Pekingese that I found amusing? What was important to me then was that I had puppies to give away to whomever wanted dogs and shared the same passion I had. After all, my dad kept giving away my dogs when his business associates would comment about them. And in return, my dad would give me money which of course, I would use in buying another dog. Back in the 70's, there weren't any terms like backyard breeding, puppy milling or ethical breeding. I was around fifteen when I first met a show breeder, Mrs. Topacio who encouraged me to show a monorchid Shih Tzu only to find out later on at aged six months that I could no longer show him. I ended up getting another Shih Tzu, a female which of course I showed. And yes, I got hooked and started showing different breeds under the toy group. My breeding practices still were questionable and so were everybody else's. All twenty three dogs were just loose, I had puppies to give away. The ones that were pure, I kept and showed and the accidents were given to either my dad's associates or relatives. They were all too thrilled for somehow, to them, they were pure. Well, I thought so too until I met Ms. Penny Cham who shared her passion with the Shih Tzu breed. Penny lent me her Shih Tzu Reporter magazines and other books. And staring over and over again at pictures, reading borrowed magazines, I begged my mother to buy me Shih Tzus. In 1978, I brought home with me two Chumulari and one Lainee Shih Tzu. Yes, the now-renowned Shih Tzu Specialty Judge, I met in a studio apartment in Ocean Avenue, Brooklyn, NY. Penny too, sold me the Philippines' First Local-born Shih-Tzu Champion, Achilles June Peanuts. And so I learned and stopped cross-breeding my dogs. I also learned about stud fees, the tenth day and how to shoot. Mang Larry and Efren weren't so much a big hit in town yet. Everybody knew everybody and dog shows were fun, more like picnics and family affairs. While in college, I stopped showing due to the demands of schoolwork. I could no longer groom my toy dogs four to five hours a day. By the mid-80's, I shifted to showing and breeding Boxers and the German Shepherds. By the late 1980's, I tried showing a Rottweiler. And through these years, I learned about parvo-virus; sour milk; heartworm; and kennel cough from Parreno to St. Louis, Carlos Dog and Cat Hospital, Cabanlig, Vizmanos' at San Antonio Village all the way to Las Pinas and back to the littel garage dog and cat clinic at Kamuning. By 1992, I missed having lots of dogs around me. And having established my own business just gave me enough resources to buy dogs right and left. I bought "Cobi", an unregistered Chinese Shar-Pei and later on bought a couple of other female Shar-Pei. I bred them in our backyard or should I say, at the yard on the side of our house. Coaxed by fellow backyard breeders of the Chinese Shar-Pei and an infamous veterinarian, I bought other sellable breeds from of course, fellow backyard breeders of Chow Chows, Toy Poodles, Pekingeses, Neapolitan Mastiff, Boxers and German Shepherds. I swapped Chinese Shar-Pei puppies with brokers disposing Golden Retriever puppies and pet shop owners would come by and buy whole litters of whatever I've got. I was connected. I was a puppy miller. I learned about backyard breeders, met them who are either bored rich housewives with nothing better to do or just dog collectors both in the Philippines and abroad; snotty reputable breeders with their ass-kissing snotty dog-show handlers and trainers who instead of teaching the newbie just creased their eyebrows; brokers importing pet stock and selling them tagged as "AKC imports"; puppy millers picking up strays and passing them of as "partly-pure" and show enthusiasts, passing up pet stock as quick as possible to ever-eager, compulsive, ignorant buyers like me. It was two years after that I learned that the Chinese Shar-Pei indeed was recognized contrary to what I was lead to believe. It was also in 1994 that I met Ms. Marivic Lim and Mr. Dinky Santos who introduced me to the world of Golden and Labrador Retrievers respectively. I gave away all my unregistered Chinese Shar-Pei and imported my AKC breeding stock. I also imported a Golden Retriever and adopted some of Care Bear's foundation Golden Retrievers, opened my doors to unwanted dogs namely, Sly, the Basset Hound and Conan, the English Bulldog. By December of 1995, my first registered Chinese Shar-Pei litter was born and so did Cob ... I studied the rules of the game. I invested time, money and effort. Knowledge is power. Experience is the best teacher. There is no NO, just GROW. It builds character and in it where reputation lies. What
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