Yes. This! I can add my own story and will help you understand why I posted like I did about losses. Growing up, we had Huskies, and my parents decided that they "wanted to breed". So they purchased a red Siberian Husky from god only knows where, and bred him to my childhood heart dog, Sasha. Before pups were even on the ground, the male had attacked 3 people, including my father, unprovoked. My dad nearly lost his eye. The aggression wouldn't have been a known factor had it not been for the purchase. He had been breeding litters prior to his life with us. One can only hope his many pups (and the pups he'd made with our female) had not inherited his awful and unpredictable temperament. As a side note, Huskies are the second deadliest when it comes to human fatalities. They can be a very dangerous breed. Probably a result of indiscriminate breeding to dogs like the red male my parents had bred to our female. I digress. 7 pups were born and were homed with other families. My parents didn't spay Sasha after the experience.Pam- here are some REAL stories of breeding litters (labs in this case) please read these and think about the decisions that had to be made and the costs involved -
Then she became pregnant again, on accident, by a local stray. There were complications, because Sasha had a congenital heart defect. She nearly died and during the emergency c-section, 4 pups died. Another 4 were not thriving and were immediately put in "life support" (stomach tubes, oxygen, the works). They lasted 2 days before my parents had to make the heartbreaking decision to put them to sleep. However, one pup, a female, was doing well! She was black with a white chest. After the horror of nearly losing our dog and watching 8 puppies die we all put everything we had into making sure little Timba made it. She was a bright beacon of hope in what had becomeone of the worst experiences of our lives. Sasha, because of her illness and the c-section could not care for her, so my mom, my dad, my brother and I took shifts hand rearing her. She was a fighter. She was, by all appearances, a fat, happy, healthy little pup. Very suddenly on her 2 week birthday, he became listless and wouldn't take any formula. We rushed her to our vet and she died within the hour. It was her heart. We will never forget the heartbreak of that experience and we will never forget Timba. We were all very changed by the experience, especially my parents, who never bred a Husky again. They understood that they had no business breeding and the consequences of doing so. It's one of the greatest regrets of their lives, as they tell it.