When I got my first puppy it was for my fifth birthday (1961). It was a poodle puppy called Toots who came from the then equivalent of the puppy farm outlets. My mum rang them up, they put the puppy in a box on the train at Piccadilly station in Manchester and my sister walked to the local railway station to collect her. Unless you knew someone who had a litter, that is what you did around here then. She had 2 litters, not deliberately on our part, but because she fell in love with, luckily, a white poodle who lived up the road and who sired both her litter when we were not looking. As far as I can remember my parents didn't have a clue about breeding, but they got through it. The puppies were advertised for £5 in the Manchester Evening News and people came from quite a way for them. My lingering memory of the puppies going was when a gentleman (seemed elderly to me at that age) came all the way from Manchester on the bus (quite a journey to our small village on the edge of the Peak District) with photographs of the dog he had just lost. He so carefully placed that pupply on a towel in a shopping bag and set off on the journey home. I will never forget the look on his face, total happiness. Toots died of cancer when she was about 8 or 9 years old, but I don't remember her having very much wrong with her before that.
When I was 14 my best friend got a cocker spaniel puppy and I was hooked. I pleaded for one, but to no avail. Then my father died very suddenly 2 days before my 15th birthday. To help me get over it my mum said I could have my golden cocker spaniel puppy I so craved. We didn't think of doing anything differently than going back to the same place we got Toots from, except this time we went to collect Dylan. I know I didn't know any diffently then, but the place seemed alright, just runs with different types of puppies in them, which I wasn't interested in because I only wanted my cocker. Dylan was a fat puppy with a very wrinkled face, in fact my sister asked if they had another one I could have instead but luckily they didn't! Dylan was a brilliant cocker, one of those dogs that didn't need a lead he just stayed with you. Apart from having an ulcer removed from one of his eyes and a bit of an itchy skin which he took tablets for, he didn't have anything wrong with him until he died of parvo aged 11. Apparently the tablets he took had interfered with the parvo part of his vaccinations.
When we collected Dylan, my sister (who was married) fell in love with a cairn puppy and brought one home. When she took it to the vets for the first time he told her to take is straight back and he would give her a letter to get her money back. She got half way and decided she couldn't do it so brought Dougal back home. He cost her a fortune over his 10 years of life, apparently he was neither boy nor girl, his stomach used to blow up so much his little legs couldn't touch the floor, he was in nappies for the second half of his life, but was happy in his way and a real character. Luck of the draw there then, my Dylan was fine, Dougal was probably a badly bred dog.
When Dylan died I desperately wanted another puppy, I don't know why we didn't go back to the puppy farm type place, but I remember there being a phone number in the local paper to ring for breeders of puppies. My mum rang this and was given the number of somewhere is Staffordshire that had cocker puppies. That is how we got Rumpole, a real independent stroppy cocker who I loved to bits. I don't remember him ailing very much at all until he died of liver cancer aged 11, even then he lived 18 months after diagnosis which the vet couldn't believe.
I got married when Rumpole was 2 and as he was so attached to my mum, I was only moving a mile down the road and worked full time, he stayed at home, but I saw lots of him. I really missed having my 'own' dog but I knew I couldn't move Rumpole and I worked full time. When I went part time I became really broody for another cocker but it took me a few years to persuade OH. When I finally did I just rang the place where we got Rumpole from and they had cocker puppies. When we go there all the puppies were in a barn. You could have had any colour of cocker puppy you wanted, they were virtually all there, as well as schnauzers, westies and cavalier puppies. A blue roan puppy chose us, we asked to see the parent because that is what the book I had bought told you to. They had to think for a while who the parent were but showed us two adult cockers from amongst all the others they had who all lived in kennels in another outbuilding. At the time it never entered my head that it wasn't the right place to get a puppy from, I was so excited to be getting one. Sophie was the best little cocker you could imagine. Apart from being a bit nervous, which I put down to being attacked by a border collie the second time she was allowed out and never being socialised, because it wasn't something you did then. You kept them out of sight until they were cleared after their vaccinations.
Sophie lived until she was 14 years old, still walking up to 7 miles at a time until 3 weeks before she died.
When I wanted another cocker puppy, I'll be honest, I rang the place where I got Sophie from but didn't get a puppy from them because they didn't dock the tails. They said it was cruel. So perhaps they were not that bad after all, they seemed to care about the puppies, and to be honest I never thought of them as a puppy farm place, but they were obviously not a hobby breeder who only has a litter now and again. Anyway, I was more aware then and would not have got a puppy farmed puppy, but spent ages ringing around trying to find a reputable breeder with cocker puppies available. About the 60th phone call I made (everyone I rang gave me another few numbers to ring) I rang a breeder who I would guess 95% of you on here will have heard of, but I an not going to identify. Even though this was a very well know breeder with puppies on lots of pedigrees, it was the only place that did not ask me one question. When I asked them if they had any cocker puppies, all they said was 'yes, we have 3 blue roans and they are £425. When I asked if I could come and see them they said 'yes, they are ready to go now'. Not one question about me at all and I honestly don't think they would have asked if I had gone, which I didn't because I didn't like the fact they didn't seem to be bothered where their puppies went.
We did go to look at some puppies who had been bred as everyone likes to think puppies are bred. There were 2 litters, they had been born in the house and were extremely well looked after and the mums had lovely temperaments, very gentle cockers, and the puppies seemed very well socialised. We chose one but were then told that they could not guarantee we could have that one. When we asked why not, if it was taken why have you shown it us, they told us that how they do things was to speak to people over the phone, ask for a deposit of £100 to be sent and then when the puppies are 8 weeks old and ready to go, then the people come to see them and they choose which puppy then want in the order they sent their deposit cheques. So they were quite happy for the puppies to go off with someone they had never seen. There is no way I could have done that if they were my puppies. We were not happy with this set up so left empty handed.
I eventually found a wonderful breeder who interogated me to the nth degree. She wasn't happy with us initially because I work 3 mornings a week, but decided she would let us see the puppies when they were 5 weeks old and decide if she liked us. Luckily she did and at 8 weeks old we brought Ellie home, a wonderful placid happy orange roan little girl with a fantastic temperament. I can trust her with anyone.
What I am trying to say is, whilst I do not in any way whatsoever condone puppy farms and would only ever get a puppy from a breeder like Ellie's, I honestly think it is the luck of the draw wherever you get a puppy from. I have had puppy farm type puppies which have been brilliant and enjoyed long lives, and I have known other people get puppies from good breeders but had problems with them or lost them early due to illness. My next door neighbours got their springer from a well recommended breeder, ended up spending a fortune on dog behavourists/dog psychologists, you name it. The poor dog had to be put to sleep at only 5 years of age, there was nothing anyone could do for its behaviour.
My friend at work has just lost her 14 year old dog, which never caused them a problem in all its life, and that came from Manchester Dogs Home.
I know some of you will come back to me to say that health testing can help forecast the outcome etc. and I know it can, I just don't want anyone who, like me, unknowingly bought a puppy farmed typed puppy and having joined this forum be worrying themselves silly that they have done the wrong thing. Your puppy could be just perfect, like my Toots, Dylan, Rumpole and Sophie were. Enjoy your dog, just if you decide to get another one then look for a fantastic caring breeder like Ellie's breeder is.