Rosie was in a very odd mood today, wouldn't go far in her morning walk so we didn't force her, wasn't eating and wanted to go out to the garden a lot this afternoon. She also snapped at me when I attempted to innocently straighten a bit of sheet that was hanging out of her swaddling box so I left well enough alone until she came out to me a while later and licked my hand.
After I let her out around six pm, she peed and did a bit of pooping, though I think it might have been more to do with her feeling contractions and thinking that was what she needed to do. Then we came back inside, she got into her box and started going around at odd angles. She's here in the sitting room with me so I could keep an eye or ear on her and at about 8pm, I heard the sound of squeaking and there was a puppy! It's tiny and black and I think she might have had 2 more in the past twenty minutes. I'm not sure. She has them covered completely with her body and I can't see them right but as she is giving them attention and cleaning them off, I'm not going near them unless she comes out to me first. Unlikely I know for the next while but she can make the first move.
I'm like someone you'd see in a sitcom, checking for draughts, making sure the room is warm and I even turned down the television and the volume on my phone in case it was bothering her. If it were anyone else, I'd probably be all "Oh yeah? Well I had major surgery! So suck it up and shut your cakehole!" while I watched Doctor Who or something. I is a wonderful human being.
PUPPIES!! At least she was good enough to wait until after my birthday celebrations.
I'm also supposed to go to vote on the Lisbon Treaty tonight - polls are open until 10pm - as I forgot when I was out this morning. Hopefully, I can run out for ten minutes in a while. My aunt will be here so the new arrivals won't be abandoned.
ETA: There are now three puppies. Tiny black things just flopping around. They haven't a clue what's going on. Poor little guys. I know that feeling.
After I let her out around six pm, she peed and did a bit of pooping, though I think it might have been more to do with her feeling contractions and thinking that was what she needed to do. Then we came back inside, she got into her box and started going around at odd angles. She's here in the sitting room with me so I could keep an eye or ear on her and at about 8pm, I heard the sound of squeaking and there was a puppy! It's tiny and black and I think she might have had 2 more in the past twenty minutes. I'm not sure. She has them covered completely with her body and I can't see them right but as she is giving them attention and cleaning them off, I'm not going near them unless she comes out to me first. Unlikely I know for the next while but she can make the first move.
I'm like someone you'd see in a sitcom, checking for draughts, making sure the room is warm and I even turned down the television and the volume on my phone in case it was bothering her. If it were anyone else, I'd probably be all "Oh yeah? Well I had major surgery! So suck it up and shut your cakehole!" while I watched Doctor Who or something. I is a wonderful human being.
PUPPIES!! At least she was good enough to wait until after my birthday celebrations.
I'm also supposed to go to vote on the Lisbon Treaty tonight - polls are open until 10pm - as I forgot when I was out this morning. Hopefully, I can run out for ten minutes in a while. My aunt will be here so the new arrivals won't be abandoned.
ETA: There are now three puppies. Tiny black things just flopping around. They haven't a clue what's going on. Poor little guys. I know that feeling.