Wednesday Morning

Puppies cry and call for a nipple as I sit in my wicker rocker, toes thawing at the space heater. Save for the pups it is a quiet morning. The sky shows lavender and pink of a sunrise. I have missed those, waking to darkness followed by clouds. Bernie's nails click as he paces the kitchen. He downed the left over stew and is going to the living room to chew his rawhide.

It is so warm and comfortable here I don't want to move but the quiilt awaits. Curly's birthday is friday and I want to be finished by then.

Bernie clicks back into the kitchen peering at me through his overgrown bangs. I am too preoccupied with this, so he wanders back to big easy chair, curling up into a blonde hairy ball. The pups are silent all having found a teat. I can see Hilda sitting up so they have better access, looking entranced by the sensation of nine little mouths sucking.

Busy Hilda

Yesterday was different. In the morning Hilda(white shephard)went out and appeared to be trying to do #2. Nothing happened, her puppies were due the 17 so I wasn't too interested but when she didn't come back in after awhile I went to look for her. She was in her house with a bleating noise. She came when I called and then I saw a small white puppy screaming in the doghouse. I retrieved it and brought it inside with Hilda trying to get it from me. After some changes my husband set up a box in the living room. In the meantime Hilda had 2 puppies on his favorite chair, fortunately it was covered. She later settled into the box. Today, 9 puppies later she is trying to move them to my favorite chair. We have had several discussions, some rather loud, about this but she keeps trying. They are all strong and healthy and vocal. Some even have a very little bark.

More updates to follow and some pictures.