The more i think about it. I just think he fucked up. These dogs are an addiction. He doesn't really have the set up for more than a few dogs He prob bought some. They started breeding. Then he had all these puppies you can't get rid of like you thought you could. He doesn't know what he wants. He buys a bunch of good dogs different bloodlines. Never knows each dog. My dogs are in a crate when i go to work. I don't want them outside. People steal. I don't want a bunch of chain spots in my neighborhood or my dogs poisoned. My dogs are out under my supervision. there are a lot days where I had to work more than eight hours and came home to piss and shit in a crate. I can't tell you how much piss and shit I have cleaned. That being said. I know what I want. Im only having one breeding a year maybe two. I know what i want. People kill me with this positive thinking shit. "Hey I can jump off the top of a building and make it." I'm the guy that like. "nah. shit wont work. How tall is the building? you got that bouncy stunt man stuff under you?" They say i overthink. Measured to who? I have been thinking about what I want out of a dog for years. Luckily someone gave me some good dogs. I spent time with the mother and father he gave me. I know them intimately. I raised the pups in the house. Cleaning up puppy shit in a kids wading pool. I know the personalities of those pups and I know the personalities of them relative to the parents. Got rid of the ones that don't fit with what I want. Got rid of by selling or placing with friends. Maybe I got rid of my best dogs. I still don't have a big ass dog footprint. Im slowing making progress to the dogs I want. People get over extended. Lose a job now you can't buy dog food to feed forty dogs. I'm trying to get seconds from deer processing plants. Chicken necks and backs to lower my feed bill, keep quality etc. You used to have quality mentors in dogs. Maybe that's nostalgia for how things used to be.