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The Fun Begins at 12:15
Sequel to the Sock in My Left Pocket
I am now on Dog Time.
Yesterday seems like it is a million miles away. Today is for napping and eating and getting
my head together (good luck to me) and going to the dump…. Every dog in this
house is napping right now. Well, except
for the one that just squeaked, but maybe he is napping while squeaking. The smartest two things I did this week
were: (1) I bought a nanny cam so I can
actually see the Puppy Room from anywhere else in the house besides standing
right there. This is a huge
advantage. I can now go up to the
kitchen table and eat without wondering what is going on down there and who is
squeaking and why. If you want to
understand a portion of this maternal anxiety for my puppies, download a You
Tube of the episode of I Love Lucy where their son Little Ricky is a baby in
the crib and Lucy hovers over the crib to make sure he is still breathing. Finally, she can’t stand it and she pinches
him. That’s the maternal psychosis that
starts to take over if you are not careful, or supported by people who can say,
“Let me be your helicopter; you need to drive out somewhere and get a
cheeseburger.” Which leads me to the
second smartest thing (I believe) that I did this week.
In my last entry you remember me talking about watching the
sunrise with the dog who just couldn’t seem to let her puppies get born. She was panting and walking and doing all the
other routine, earthly things dogs do to cooperate with whelping. Perhaps she was making progress internally,
but externally, I was starting to wear around the edges of sanity. She was at least one, maybe two, days beyond
her due date. I actually put a lawn
chair on the grass at 6:45 am and sat there in my fleece-lined coat looking at
the morning MOON. Madeline Grace ambled
over to me and put two paws up on my knees.
This, too, was more than a friendly gesture. It would help the pups move down into
position for their Journey. She did this
when she was still talking to me. At
present, 24+ hours later, she has not really forgiven me. In the haze of the late morning I decided to
ask the question WWTVD? “What would the
Vet Do?”
My experience has been that if you panic and run to the vet,
you end up with a caesarean section. I
was trying to avoid that. I KNOW that
Madeline is physically capable of birthing a litter of puppies without intervention
because she did it the first time she was bred.
It was the second time she did not … because she had only one pup and he
was a hefty 10 ounce guy who didn’t want to let go of the grapevine and jump
into the lake of life. So the vet had to
go in and get him via c-section… four days after his due date. He made it, and grew up to be a spunky little
rascal now in a great home with a little boy who loves him.
In this case, I just washed my hands and put two fingers in
the back door to see if anyone was stuck in the birth canal. And like most non-veterinarians or brand new
ones, I said, “I don’t know what the heck I’m feeling.” Needless to say, Madeline was non-plussed by
this intrusion. I put her in her kennel
so we could just continue waiting until I had a better idea, grabbed a can of
spray paint and went and painted my milkcan that my mailbox sticks out of. I painted it red, mostly because I’m tired of
the plow hitting it in the winter. Fifteen
minutes later, I went in to check on Madeline and there she was cleaning up her
first born puppy. 12:15 pm, the fun had
begun.
Text exchange between my friend who owns the litter’s daddy
continued. She said, “I start to panic
if a second one isn’t born within 40 minutes.”
I remembered the first litter I attended where I waited ten hours for
the second one to come and that required a shot of oxytocin by the vet. About five minutes before 2pm, I picked up
the phone to at least talk to the veterinary technician. In the middle of me explaining progress or
lack thereof and her talking over her shoulder to a nearby vet in the office,
Madeline pushed the door to go outside – I let her onto the grass and as she
spun in smaller and smaller circles, I saw the tip of legs begin to protrude. I went to her and eased him out. Whopping boy #2 whom I named Artemus Gordon
because although he was an important character, he always seemed to follow James West on the show The Wild, Wild West.
From this point we had a 3:30 pm and 4:30 pm delivery of
boys, boys, boys. A vague idea of a
house full of boy puppies crossed my mental grid. I’m going to have my hands full when these
guys reach 8 weeks. At this point, my
Puppy Socialization Specialist came home from her day at high school. She visited with me over the back fence for a
while and then went home for a bite to eat.
She came back around 5:30 pm, and again Madeline wanted to go to the
back yard, and birthed our beautiful girl Mariette Joy. Our final birth count being five puppies, my
attention now shifts to, as the song said, “Stayin’ Alive, stayin’ alive….”
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Saturday, April 27, 2019
The Fun Begins at 12:15
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