Post by Im The Dr on Mar 4, 2017 9:15:32 GMT -7
I panted as i laid in the snow. Barking as i heard someone pull up the driveway in a white van. we were in Alaska. It was freezing out. But most of us at the breeder's didn't mind. We were prime sled dogs. so our coats were thick and kept us mighty warm. And if we got too cold we went into our dog huts. But all focus was on the human who had just pulled the driveway. The hundreds of barking dogs pulled at their chains. Paws churning up the snow as we pulled, trying to get to the human. We watched the human, who was swaddled in clothing so we couldnt see a face, Waddled up the stairs and to the house of the breeder knocking on the door. i watched as they picked out one of the puppies and left, not giving a side glance at the poor condition of the adults. the puppy and birthing pens were kept nice, in the barn. cause thats where people went to pick pups. the outside huts and breeding pens were covered in dog **** and blood from fights. when females refused to breed the rutty males we were held down for them to rape. when the males didnt cooperate they were electrucuted until they did as told. any sick animal was left to die in the snow. If it was a pregnant female the pups would be cut out and given to another nursing mother. the female left to die in the snow. I whined and laid down in submission as one of the humans that ran the place came over. unchaining me and leading me to the breeding pens. this was the most popular breeding site in all of Alaska and Canada. people going over the border to get pups from here. so it was a constant breeding cycle. there was a waiting list a mile long for people to come get pups, having superb genetics for pulling and pets. there was a privacy wall around the adult dog huts. keeping people from seeing the bad conditions. i was one of the few selected to be kept from the litters to become a breeder once mature enough. i had just started my first heat. being very young even for a breeding. I whied as i was tossed into the pen. I cowered in the corner as i heard a Huge male be brought in. being pushed into the pen. After breeding we would be thrown into a pen together to keep the mother and father together. for picture taking genes and advertisement purposes. Along with us being a forever breeding pair