I don’t cope well on less than eight hours sleep but this time I can forgive Alice for the deprivation. After precisely 63 days in the womb, six tiny chiots made their entrances into our lives at somewhere between 2.30 and 5 a.m this morning. I can’t say I helped much apart from rubbing her back and counting them as they popped out whilst Alice calmly cleaned each one. She was, quite frankly, amazing. Isn’t it incredible that the human species with so much intelligence has to read a book and attend ante-natal classes yet Alice instinctively knew just what to do? Then to watch as one after the other, the pups crawled towards a teat without her putting them there. Incredible.
Despite all the hard work I put into making the whelping box, once the pups were born, Alice had had enough of it and wanted to be back on my bed with her brood. Naturally I had only just changed the bedsheets and with the worry of seeing six little bundles fall off the bed, I reconstructed said box on the bed. I’ll be sleeping on the sofa for a while I suppose but at least it will keep the dogs well away from her. Actually they haven’t taken much notice of this recent event, Arry slept through the whole thing, the exception being Yogi who sat by the box completely fascinated by these tiny creatures and with a sort of proud Uncle look on his face. However much I love them, I wouldn’t trust them around these precious bundles and Alice is extremely protective of them. Born to be a mum.
And no, I’m not keeping any of them. 8 dogs is more than enough especially with all the renovation of both house and garden. Alice has her Arry and once those pups are old enough to leave home, that’s what they’ll do. Mind you, one of them is possibly moving next door….
“Whoever said you can’t buy Happiness forgot little puppies.”
(Gene Hill)
Widow plus woofs 