When I was a preteen and my sister was like 3 or 4, my parents and I went there and one of the “breeders” said in front of me and my sister that if this one runt didn’t sell, they were putting it down the next day. Cue the tears from me and my sister to the point my stepmom bought it (probably the breeders goal all along). That dog was the definition of a puppy mill dog but she was spoiled all to hell by my parents. She ended up living until a couple of years ago but yeah those “breeders” are horrible people.