Pros for whom? Oh yeah, it's all about dimwitted morons who love to flaunt their pets' pedigrees and drool over something as important as the shape of a dog's ears. Who cares if the end "product" is sickness ridden wretch or an animal equivalent of Claude, if that image makes more sense...
“Keats and Yeats may be on your side, but I’m on Morrissey’s. Therefore, you fucking lose.” ~ Oscar Wilde on Morrissey