breeding poodles?

Question

at what age can a dog start to be breed and is there any onr in ocean county nj with a female toy poodle that wants to breed

my toy poodle is a male

Answer 1

Whenever people ask a question about breeding on yahoo answers they get bashed and asked whey they did not adopt from an animal shelter. Not everyone wants to adopt from there local shelter. Just thought I would warn you as the insults will be coming.

Answer 2

Some breeds are "capable"at 6 months! The does not mean they are REALLY old enough. WHY do you want to breed? Have you tested your dog to make sure it can pass all the required testing for your breed? Is your dog BREEDING QUALITY? Do you know how many dogs out there have issues because someone decides "they just want to breed" without doing the preliminary testing? There are millions of dogs that die each year because people "just decided to breed" their dogs. Sorry to be so harsh, but that is the reality! Where do you think these purebreds come from? I have a show quality Boxer female and if she does not pass ALL the required tests, I will NOT breed her ( even though I have spent over $600 so far) because I do not want to pass on genetic defects to yet ANOTHER generation! Using Boxers as an example, do you know how many DIE from cardiomyopathy? Just because your dog has papers, does not mean it's breeding quality and should pass on it's genes. Millions of dogs die each year in shelters ( 25% or more purebred). Please don't add to the numbers.

Answer 3

First estrus usually begins around 6 months of age however it is not good to breed that young. I never breed a dog earlier than 18 months and that is pushing it for me.
Is the dog worthy of being bred.... meaning is it such an absolute spectacular specimen of the breed that its attributes need to be preserved and carried on?
Breeding is a big job. The pups and Mom need consistent care. It costs a lot of money for the proper food and Vet care. Even people that show dogs for a living will tell you that you will NOT make money if you take care of the Mom and pups correctly. Please think on this before you breed your dog and consider the many, many puppies that are euthanized due to lack of homes and the many dogs that were acquired from backyard breeders that the new family just tired of and discarded to the pound or worse.... just let loose or sold to research labs.
Just food for thought.

Answer 4

listen, you can always breed to a better ***** but never to a better stud. I take it you have girl? In heat? Go to your local toy poodle club, talk to some people, see if what you have is worthy enough to better the breed before you even start thinking about breeding her. Hopefully shes at least 2 years old, registered, finished, or finishable, with a responisible owner.

Answer 5

it would be "start breeding". Please don't ask on here...research in books and by asking other REPUTABLE breeders. If you ask on here, the majority of your answers will be terribly wrong. Also, with the amount of problems that toy poodles have (heart murmurs, eye problems, etc.), do you really have the money to put into breeding? There are all kinds of tests you have to run on your dog to make sure you are bettering the breed and damnit we have enough animals in shelters for someone else to be breeding their dog!

Answer 6

A teacup poodle isn't a regarded breed like a toy poodle, so that's not conceivable for a teacup to have papers as a teacup. And, no, you ought to not breed. Breeding ought to in simple terms be performed to bigger valuable the breed in accordance to the breed commonly used between 2 dogs which have shown themselves in the instruct ring or of their operating field. in view that toy breeds are literally not something more beneficial than companions, then they must be shown in the hoop in case you want to be moral. except for all that, in case you breed, are you prepared to take a dogs lower back from someone if there's a difficulty? Are your dogs well being checked? Are you prepared to take duty if the mother rejects the doggies? there is so a lot more beneficial to imagine about than both questions you posed before you ought to even evaluate this. i ought to heavily propose in basic terms replacing both dogs in question and in no way upload to the already overflowing inhabitants of pets, even as there are completely superb dogs in the shelters that choose properties.

Answer 7

Gets some books on breeding. You obviously don't have a clue regarding the expenses involved.

Answer 8

breed with a lab they r soooooooo cute (the puppies)

Answer 9

Baby, you can't punctuate and spell. Please read up on AKC standards and breeding before you go any further...... AKC.org. Cheers Bogey

Answer 10

As posted on Craigslist once:
"Yes, I Gas Dogs and Cats for a Living.
I'm an Animal Control officer in a very small town in central North Carolina.
I'm in my mid thirties, and have been working for the town in different positions since high school.

There is not much work here, and working for the county provides good pay and benefits for a person like me without a higher education. I'm the person you all write about how horrible I am.

I'm the one that gasses the dogs and cats and makes them suffer. I'm the one that pulls their dead corpses out smelling of Carbon Monoxide and throws them into green plastic bags. But I'm also the one that hates my job and hates what I have to do.

First off, all you people out there that judge me, don't. God is judging me, and I know I'm going to Hell. Yes, I'm going to hell. I wont lie, it's despicable, cold, cruel and I feel like a serial killer. I'm not all to blame, if the law would mandate spay and neuter, lots of these dogs and cats wouldn't be here for me to gas. I'm the devil, I know it, but I want you people to see that there is another side to me the devil Gas Chamber man.
The shelter usually gasses on Friday morning.

Friday's are the day that most people look forward to, this is the day that I hate, and wish that time will stand still on Thursday night. Thursday night, late, after nobody's around, my friend and I go through a fast food line, and buy 50 dollars worth of cheeseburgers and fries, and chicken. I'm not allowed to feed the dogs on Thursday, for I'm told that they will make a mess in the gas chamber, and why waste the food.
So, Thursday night, with the lights still closed, I go into the saddest room that anyone can every imagine, and let all the doomed dogs out out their cages.

I have never been bit, and in all my years doing this, the dogs have never fought over the food. My buddy and I, open each wrapper of cheeseburger and chicken sandwich, and feed them to the skinny, starving dogs. They swallow the food so fast, that I don't believe they even taste it. There tails are wagging, and some don't even go for the food, they roll on their backs wanting a scratch on their bellys. They start running, jumping and kissing me and my buddy. They go back to their food, and come back to us. All their eyes are on us with such trust and hope, and their tails wag so fast, that I have come out with black and blues on my thighs.. They devour the food, then it's time for them to devour some love and peace. My buddy and I sit down on the dirty, pee stained concrete floor, and we let the dogs jump on us. They lick us, they put their butts in the air to play, and they play with each other. Some lick each other, but most are glued on me and my buddy.

I look into the eyes of each dog. I give each dog a name.
They will not die without a name.
I give each dog 5 minutes of unconditional love and touch.
I talk to them, and tell them that I'm so sorry that tomorrow they will die a gruesome, long, torturous death at the hands of me in the gas chamber.
Some tilt their heads to try to understand.
I tell them, that they will be in a better place, and I beg them not to hate me.
I tell them that I know I'm going to hell, but they will all be playing with all the dogs and cats in heaven.
After about 30 minutes, I take each dog individually, into their feces filled concrete jail cell, and pet them and scratch them under their chins.
Some give me their paw, and I just want to die. I just want to die.
I close the jail cell on each dog, and ask them to forgive me.
As my buddy and I are walking out, we watch as every dog
is smiling at us and them don't even move their heads.
They will sleep, with a full belly, and a false sense of security.
As we walk out of the doomed dog room, my buddy and I go to the cat room.
We take our box, and put the very friendly kittens and pregnant cats in our box.
The shelter doesn't keep tabs on the cats, like they do the dogs.
As I hand pick which cats are going to make it out, I feel like I'm playing God, deciding whose going to live and die.
We take the cats into my truck, and put them on blankets in the back.
Usually, as soon as we start to drive away, there are purring cats sitting on our necks or rubbing against us.
My buddy and I take our one way two hour trip to a county that is very wealthy and they use injection to kill animals.
We go to exclusive neighborhoods, and let one or two cats out at a time.
They don't want to run, they want to stay with us. We shoo them away, which makes me feel sad.
I tell them that these rich people will adopt them, and if worse comes to worse and they do get put down, they will be put down with a painless needle being cradled by a loving veterinarian.
After the last cat is free, we drive back to our town.
It's about 5 in the morning now, about two hours until I have to gas my best friends.
I go home, take a shower, take my 4 anti-anxiety pills and drive to work.. I don't eat, I can't eat.
It's now time, to put these animals in the gas chamber. I put my ear plugs in, and when I go to the collect the dogs, the dogs are so excited to see me, that they jump up to kiss me and think they are going to play.
I put them in the rolling cage and take them to the gas chamber. They know. They just know. They can smell the death.. They can smell the fear.
They start whimpering, the second I put them in the box.
The boss tells me to squeeze in as many as I can to save on gas.
He watches. He knows I hate him, he knows I hate my job.
I do as I'm told. He watches until all the dogs, and cats (thrown in together) are fighting and screaming. The sounds is very muffled to me because of my ear plugs.
He walks out, I turn the gas on, and walk out.

I walk out as fast as I can. I walk into the bathroom, and I take a pin and draw blood from my hand. Why? The pain and blood takes my brain off of what I just did.
In 40 minutes, I have to go back and unload the dead animals. I pray that none survived, which happens when I overstuff the chamber. I pull them out with thick gloves, and the smell of carbon monoxide makes me sick. So does the vomit and blood, and all the bowel movements. I pull them out, put them in plastic bags.

They are in heaven now, I tell myself. I then start cleaning up the mess, the mess, that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not spay or neutering your animals. The mess that YOU PEOPLE are creating by not demanding that a vet come in and do this humanely. You ARE THE TAXPAYERS, DEMAND that this practice STOP!

So, don't call me the monster, the devil, the gasser, call the politicians, the shelter directors, and the county people the devil. Heck, call the governor, tell him to make it stop.

As usual, I will take sleeping pills tonight to drown out the screams I heard in the past, before I discovered the ear plugs. I will jump and twitch in my sleep, and I believe I'm starting to hallucinate.

This is my life. Don't judge me. Believe me, I judge myself enough."