My Dad had a dairy farm, and in the 'olden' days, we had our own bull. Once technology took over, however, the only action the poor old cows ever saw was the AI man with his rubber gloves and a sort of straw which contained the specified bull's semen. When the cow was at the right point in her cycle, my Dad would phone up the AI service, and ask for (sorry, I'm starting to laugh) a "service" from whateverhisnamewas, and hey presto, Mr Marigold would be in the yard the next day, rolling his sleeves up
I know it would be a bit heartless to think that this sort of system could overtake the present one, but it would probably be far less stressful for the bitch - the only thing I can't even think about is - yes, you guessed it - how to collect the 'goodies' in the first place
Can you get blow-up Cockers? No doubt the Americans will have thought of this - any nation that can design sanitary pants for bitches in heat can surely come up with something