YIPPEE.....THE PUPPIES ARE WEANED!!! That means no more bottle feeding four times and three times and two times a day, especially in the wee hours. Of course, now that Garbo has found out she is invited in to clean up the mush bowl, she's delighted to pay attention to the whelping box. Up until that occurred to her, she was only interested in finding a place to hide when I was looking for her to feed these ten tykes. But now we have graduated to the next stage, and all appears to be in good form, including what's coming out the back....that's the important thing at this stage, believe it or not.
Also progress on the east deck. Joseph has finally put the finishing touches on it and I'm pleased. Now the west deck and the front porch and we're almost finished with the initial list.
Had a wonderful conversation with my very best friend of all time today, having known and loved her since we were young and chipper and didn't know what the world was about. How wonderful to have a friend to share all these years with. When we speak, even if it's been a long time, it's as if no time has occurred. Everyone should have someone like that to go thru life with. I'm lucky!
Georgia came in from playing tonight and apparently she has become a mud puppy. Half of what was on her is now on the bed. This morning before I left for the doc appt about the ringing in my ears, she disappeared. I heard the driveway monitor ding three times, looked for a truck or somebody, and no one appeared. Then no Georgia....all I could think of was how I was going to explain to Joyce in Canada how my brindle bundle had driven off with a stranger. Just when I was getting in the car to go searching (and be late to the doc) here came Georgia flying and sputtering. Have no idea where she thought she was allowed to go, but it's NOT down the driveway. Methinks Garbo showed her the way and she decided she could do it all by herself. NOPE....
Anyway, back to my Tess Gerritson mystery and fall asleep. Eight days to Utah! MsP
Monday, July 19, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
What the Wee Hours Look Like
This morning is a blur because the middle of the night was a task to be dealt with. The puppies seem to be unhappy and at 4AM Garbo let me know she was going to get out of the whelping (bathroom) room door if she had to eat her way thru it. So up I got, let her out and tried to quiet the yelping three week olds. Haven't a clue what the matter was, but almost every one of the ten was making some sort of unhappy noise. I turned up the fan, cleaned out the box, held the ones who were the most disturbed, helped them discharge what they could out the back end and wondered what to do next. Decided to worm them. Turned down the a/c two degrees just to see if that helped. Gradually it did. Was praying it wasn't the herpes virus, but their symptoms just don't jibe with that, thank heavens. About 5:30 the crying stopped and everyone appeared to be sleeping comfortably spread out in the box. I didn't awaken again until 11AM and am still groggy. Let Garbo in to tend to them, which she surprisingly did without objection this time, and they all lumbered about trying to keep up with her. They are sleeping again now and tomorrow I'll try exposing them to gruel in the hopes that they will take to that, and their daily care will be easier to manage since their mother has pretty much gone to Unemployment. I'll be placing her as soon as she gets back to normal, for no more pups after this third time. She's an absolute delight and an easy keeper as long as she realizes that she's not always in charge, but she's not a dedicated mother after Day 5, so we won't be doing this again for sure.
Will hope to spend the rest of today cleaning up around here and making things look less congested. It's so hot and humid that doing anything outside will be put off until the evening.
Our boarder went home yesterday afternoon and we are now down to the bare essentials: Rummy, Stuff (The Boss), Garbo and her daughter Boogie, along with the two young pups, Roja and Stone. Of course, Georgia is here trying to assert her leadership over the entire bunch including the three cats, but that might only be possible in her snoring dreams. The 2 quarter sized lesions on her back appear to the vet to be a strange sort of hot spot since scrapings didn't show anything else and she had the EXACT same thing happen a year ago this week! Go figure.....
My sister, Susan, and brother-in-law, Randy, made it to Park City in fine fettle and enjoyed meeting their daughter, Stephanie, went out ahead of time. They said the weather is great and the sales at Nordstroms are even greater. Susan called me from the shoe department wanting to know if I needed any Merrells, but I turned that down in an effort to economize. Can't wait to get out and enjoy the WEST. Almost ten days to go before flying away.
Finished the biography of the double spy for England and Germany in WWII. It is a true espionage story so convoluted that if a movie was made about it, everyone would think the whole thing was made up. Definitely a difficult book to put down. Called AGENT ZIGZAG, it's the story of Eddie Chapman researched by author Ben MacIntyre. Chapman was a bonified British crook prior to his capture by the Nazi's when they took over the Island of Jersey after appropriating France. What happens to Eddie from then on is truly a bizarre and entertaining read. He's a slippery character who pulls off some of the most unbelievable spy stunts. Some of the things the British did to outwit the Germans are truly amazing, and so is Chapman's participation in making sure they succeeded. If you have a chance to find it at one of the big book stores or on Amazon, DO read it!
Heard they are getting a Trader Joe's in Athens. Good for them. Only wish they'd get one in Stone Mountain, although that would be awful for my weight and bank account. As it is, having to drive an hour to get there is probably a good deterrent. If someone has access and hasn't yet tried Trader Joe's, don't wait any longer. I've never had anything from there that wasn't top notch, period. All their foods are well prepared, low priced and reliable for the best gustatory experience. That's the only thing I'll miss about moving to Colorado since they won't be establishing themselves there for various competitive reason, I'm told.
Off to get my morning latte and wake up, maybe.....at least at the moment the pups are quiet. P
Will hope to spend the rest of today cleaning up around here and making things look less congested. It's so hot and humid that doing anything outside will be put off until the evening.
Our boarder went home yesterday afternoon and we are now down to the bare essentials: Rummy, Stuff (The Boss), Garbo and her daughter Boogie, along with the two young pups, Roja and Stone. Of course, Georgia is here trying to assert her leadership over the entire bunch including the three cats, but that might only be possible in her snoring dreams. The 2 quarter sized lesions on her back appear to the vet to be a strange sort of hot spot since scrapings didn't show anything else and she had the EXACT same thing happen a year ago this week! Go figure.....
My sister, Susan, and brother-in-law, Randy, made it to Park City in fine fettle and enjoyed meeting their daughter, Stephanie, went out ahead of time. They said the weather is great and the sales at Nordstroms are even greater. Susan called me from the shoe department wanting to know if I needed any Merrells, but I turned that down in an effort to economize. Can't wait to get out and enjoy the WEST. Almost ten days to go before flying away.
Finished the biography of the double spy for England and Germany in WWII. It is a true espionage story so convoluted that if a movie was made about it, everyone would think the whole thing was made up. Definitely a difficult book to put down. Called AGENT ZIGZAG, it's the story of Eddie Chapman researched by author Ben MacIntyre. Chapman was a bonified British crook prior to his capture by the Nazi's when they took over the Island of Jersey after appropriating France. What happens to Eddie from then on is truly a bizarre and entertaining read. He's a slippery character who pulls off some of the most unbelievable spy stunts. Some of the things the British did to outwit the Germans are truly amazing, and so is Chapman's participation in making sure they succeeded. If you have a chance to find it at one of the big book stores or on Amazon, DO read it!
Heard they are getting a Trader Joe's in Athens. Good for them. Only wish they'd get one in Stone Mountain, although that would be awful for my weight and bank account. As it is, having to drive an hour to get there is probably a good deterrent. If someone has access and hasn't yet tried Trader Joe's, don't wait any longer. I've never had anything from there that wasn't top notch, period. All their foods are well prepared, low priced and reliable for the best gustatory experience. That's the only thing I'll miss about moving to Colorado since they won't be establishing themselves there for various competitive reason, I'm told.
Off to get my morning latte and wake up, maybe.....at least at the moment the pups are quiet. P
Thursday, July 15, 2010
KARMA!!
Okay, I DID sit down and TRY to get some stuff entered into the QuickBooks account, HONEST, I did!!~!! Guess what? I couldn't get the darned thing to let me find anything that has been posted since 2005. Go figure.....the last time anything was done on it was back in April, with an accountant helping things out. Evidently he put the new stuff in some hidden place. I called him and wailed away about finally getting down to this damned task and he said for me not to worry. He would come and get it fixed up. BUT he's presently in FLORIDA! Won't be back until Sunday night. Made the suggestion of next Tuesday being the first time he could come fix the puzzle. PHEW....okay, I'm off the hook, feeling guilty about it, and happily watching So You Think You Can Dance and reading my book about a Nazi/British double agent true story. Only thing that troubles me at the moment is I now don't know how I'm gonna get all this stuff up there before leaving for Utah. I promised myself I would at least do that....we'll see.
All puppies' eyes are open and Garbo has decided she will drop by occasionally and clean up the whelping box, but as to feeding this bunch of ten, well, she'll opt out, thank you very much. I've clipped their toe nails and washed them off, but she has quit on me. They are eating from a bottle three times a day, consuming over 32 liquid ounces of formula each time as a total. Boy do they suck that stuff out of a nipple. The smallest one is the most vigorous sucker. Last time he just wouldn't quit and got a belly ache. They have begun to let it out the back on their own now without stimulation. I can hardly wait until they're steady enough on their legs to start eating solid mush. It might be a bigger problem cleaning up, but at least I know they're becoming more autonomous and Garbo needn't be depended on for their total nutrition.
Went to the bone doc this AM. Seems what has been waking me up nights in the hip area (No, I haven't been OFA'ed.) is actually not arthritis but the same thing as tennis elbow or bursitis. Have to start regular bouts of Aleve and do warm, wet towel soaks to make it better, along with some pretty strange exercises that entail sticking one's butt out while putting feet together and leaning over, three times with feet parallel, and three times each with feet crossed to one side and the other. BOY does that pull and I feel it on the right side like a fire. Hope it helps. At least it's not arthritis, as the x-rays showed my ascetabulum, etc., etc., to be free of that plague.
Bought lots of fresh fruits and vegetables at Publix today so as to get on the LOSE SOME WEIGHT band wagon. Actually made me hungry to put them in the basket and go to check out. Am determined to lose at least five or more pounds before leaving for Utah on the 28th.
Off to read. YIPPEE....can't do tax stuff even if I wanted to!!! :-O mP
All puppies' eyes are open and Garbo has decided she will drop by occasionally and clean up the whelping box, but as to feeding this bunch of ten, well, she'll opt out, thank you very much. I've clipped their toe nails and washed them off, but she has quit on me. They are eating from a bottle three times a day, consuming over 32 liquid ounces of formula each time as a total. Boy do they suck that stuff out of a nipple. The smallest one is the most vigorous sucker. Last time he just wouldn't quit and got a belly ache. They have begun to let it out the back on their own now without stimulation. I can hardly wait until they're steady enough on their legs to start eating solid mush. It might be a bigger problem cleaning up, but at least I know they're becoming more autonomous and Garbo needn't be depended on for their total nutrition.
Went to the bone doc this AM. Seems what has been waking me up nights in the hip area (No, I haven't been OFA'ed.) is actually not arthritis but the same thing as tennis elbow or bursitis. Have to start regular bouts of Aleve and do warm, wet towel soaks to make it better, along with some pretty strange exercises that entail sticking one's butt out while putting feet together and leaning over, three times with feet parallel, and three times each with feet crossed to one side and the other. BOY does that pull and I feel it on the right side like a fire. Hope it helps. At least it's not arthritis, as the x-rays showed my ascetabulum, etc., etc., to be free of that plague.
Bought lots of fresh fruits and vegetables at Publix today so as to get on the LOSE SOME WEIGHT band wagon. Actually made me hungry to put them in the basket and go to check out. Am determined to lose at least five or more pounds before leaving for Utah on the 28th.
Off to read. YIPPEE....can't do tax stuff even if I wanted to!!! :-O mP
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I'll Do ANYTHING.....
not to have to sit down and do this darned tax stuff. Okay, I've procrastinated enough and tonight's the night.......maybe.....
How about The Braves' Catcher Brian McCann hitting a three run double and letting the National League finally win an All Star game? WHOOPPEEEE....he's been my hero for a very long time. Such a dedicated and intelligent guy. I've said it a thousand times: If I live to BE a thousand I'll never forget seeing Brian and "Frenchie" sitting in the dugout on the very first night they had BOTH been called up to play in the Major Leagues. The grins and looks of sheer amazement and delight on their faces were just incredible. They had been wanting to be Braves since they were young kids in school here in Atlanta and what karma that they would emerge together on the same night. Francour hit a homer that night and Brian has been doing that ever since constantly, elected to All-Star statue every year including his rooky one. Brian was MVP for the game! He deserved it and I've been smiling all day just thinking about how happy he must be. Frenchie was traded last year, but Brian has stayed a Brave, got married in the Spring and they are expecting their first offspring now. His parents were in the stands last night, so they too must be bulging with pride. Such a nice story in this age of awful happenings everywhere!
Went to the ENT doc this morning to see if I have something in my head that's making my ears scream at a high pitch all the time. It was a matter of sitting in a chair with all sorts of wires taped to my face and listening to some burping sounds. The girl said "Try to ignore all the sounds you hear and just relax." RIGHT....try to ignore the sound of a tank mowing you down...the only thing I DIDN'T hear was the high pitched ringing! Anyway, back to the ENT doc next week for her to tell me I am losing some hearing and that's why I get the ringing, called tinnitus methinks. Guess that means a hearing aid of some sort, but I don't know if my ego can take that even at this age. Depends on how much the tinnitus invades my life, especially out West, for it bothered me most in Colorado. ANNOYING AS HELL, pardon the expression, but at least there are worse things that it could be instead of "just" hearing loss. I'll find out next week.
Of course, when I returned home to start work on this tax stuff, there were emails to answer, most about the property encroachment. Then we discovered that my friend who helped me get the screws for the deck rail last week had gotten the wrong size and hidden them in an obvious place, but one we didn't know about. So, OUT I had to go again for more screws from Home Depot. That meant gas from Sam's, a prescription from there, and something else that I can't even remember now. The whole day wasted and nothing entered on the computer for taxes. Boy, am I good at putting this off....
No more waiting.....uh-oh, maybe that was somebody coming down the drive? Do I have anything to make for dinner? Oh, yeah, tonight's So You Think You Can Dance....yippee, two hours when I just WON'T do tax stuff....see what I mean????
msP
How about The Braves' Catcher Brian McCann hitting a three run double and letting the National League finally win an All Star game? WHOOPPEEEE....he's been my hero for a very long time. Such a dedicated and intelligent guy. I've said it a thousand times: If I live to BE a thousand I'll never forget seeing Brian and "Frenchie" sitting in the dugout on the very first night they had BOTH been called up to play in the Major Leagues. The grins and looks of sheer amazement and delight on their faces were just incredible. They had been wanting to be Braves since they were young kids in school here in Atlanta and what karma that they would emerge together on the same night. Francour hit a homer that night and Brian has been doing that ever since constantly, elected to All-Star statue every year including his rooky one. Brian was MVP for the game! He deserved it and I've been smiling all day just thinking about how happy he must be. Frenchie was traded last year, but Brian has stayed a Brave, got married in the Spring and they are expecting their first offspring now. His parents were in the stands last night, so they too must be bulging with pride. Such a nice story in this age of awful happenings everywhere!
Went to the ENT doc this morning to see if I have something in my head that's making my ears scream at a high pitch all the time. It was a matter of sitting in a chair with all sorts of wires taped to my face and listening to some burping sounds. The girl said "Try to ignore all the sounds you hear and just relax." RIGHT....try to ignore the sound of a tank mowing you down...the only thing I DIDN'T hear was the high pitched ringing! Anyway, back to the ENT doc next week for her to tell me I am losing some hearing and that's why I get the ringing, called tinnitus methinks. Guess that means a hearing aid of some sort, but I don't know if my ego can take that even at this age. Depends on how much the tinnitus invades my life, especially out West, for it bothered me most in Colorado. ANNOYING AS HELL, pardon the expression, but at least there are worse things that it could be instead of "just" hearing loss. I'll find out next week.
Of course, when I returned home to start work on this tax stuff, there were emails to answer, most about the property encroachment. Then we discovered that my friend who helped me get the screws for the deck rail last week had gotten the wrong size and hidden them in an obvious place, but one we didn't know about. So, OUT I had to go again for more screws from Home Depot. That meant gas from Sam's, a prescription from there, and something else that I can't even remember now. The whole day wasted and nothing entered on the computer for taxes. Boy, am I good at putting this off....
No more waiting.....uh-oh, maybe that was somebody coming down the drive? Do I have anything to make for dinner? Oh, yeah, tonight's So You Think You Can Dance....yippee, two hours when I just WON'T do tax stuff....see what I mean????
msP
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Hot and Humid but Some Progress
Things just keep loping along. Joseph finally got his driver's license reinstated but there's still a long ways to go (government paperwork, etc.) to get him on Medicaid and assistance, etc. We keep on keeping on with that issue.
Nothing else to report about the property dispute, as the bank seems to have to make its own determination about whether we've told the truth or not. ARRGGGHHH.....
The Garbo pups have grown by leaps and bounds and I can hardly wait until their eyes open, probably in the next day or two. Garbo has exhibited her usual "I did it for five days, now it's YOUR turn" attitude so we have to convince her that going in to feed the pups is a necessity and not an option. She feeds them sitting up, maybe I mentioned it before, with puppies doing a double helix configuration trying to get fed four times a day and overnight. As soon as these tykes can lumber around and see something, I'll relieve Garbo of the task in a slow but sure fashion. Of course that means ME doing the cleaning up, so it's a win/lose issue no matter how you look at it.
Had a visitor last week from my old Michigan days. She was very helpful around the house getting things fixed up and organized. Unfortunately she delved into the social set up around here and started trouble by spreading information guaranteed to cause problems. I was relieved when she went home and really angry after she left when I found out what she had done to try to "fix" my life in the way she thought it should be fixed. So I have cut off further communication with her b/c I can't trust "friends" like that. We had known each other for a very long time, but apparently she felt it was long enough to try to change my life to something she thought was more correct. Too bad. Some people just need to get a life of their own instead of trying to manipulate that of others, IMHO, huh?
The two pups from Alabama are growing and looking great. We're transferring them to the west pool yard gradually where they'll have more room and more company with the older dogs. At present they are ensconced on the front porch and seem to like it, but they need more exercise than that area allows, and so outside they go for mornings and evenings. They are crate trained for overnight and now eating twice a day with no problems. Their porch "potty" area has been improved by a zillion percent thanks to Elizabeth Bowron's suggestion of using horse stall pellets confined to a 2x4x8 rectangle placed over a 4'x6' horse stall mat. The "left overs" are SO much easier to pick up, the smell is not nearly as attractive to flies, and the whole process was a snap to fix up and maintain. The only problem has been convincing the boy ("Stone") to use it....he insists on doing his business just outside, but the girl ("Roja") took right to it and has ever since Saturday when we put it together.
I'm on about getting all this damned tax information put on the computer this week so as to have that over with by the time I leave for Utah on the 28th. I HATE THIS STUFF....
Later and hope all is well out there in the real world. MsP
Nothing else to report about the property dispute, as the bank seems to have to make its own determination about whether we've told the truth or not. ARRGGGHHH.....
The Garbo pups have grown by leaps and bounds and I can hardly wait until their eyes open, probably in the next day or two. Garbo has exhibited her usual "I did it for five days, now it's YOUR turn" attitude so we have to convince her that going in to feed the pups is a necessity and not an option. She feeds them sitting up, maybe I mentioned it before, with puppies doing a double helix configuration trying to get fed four times a day and overnight. As soon as these tykes can lumber around and see something, I'll relieve Garbo of the task in a slow but sure fashion. Of course that means ME doing the cleaning up, so it's a win/lose issue no matter how you look at it.
Had a visitor last week from my old Michigan days. She was very helpful around the house getting things fixed up and organized. Unfortunately she delved into the social set up around here and started trouble by spreading information guaranteed to cause problems. I was relieved when she went home and really angry after she left when I found out what she had done to try to "fix" my life in the way she thought it should be fixed. So I have cut off further communication with her b/c I can't trust "friends" like that. We had known each other for a very long time, but apparently she felt it was long enough to try to change my life to something she thought was more correct. Too bad. Some people just need to get a life of their own instead of trying to manipulate that of others, IMHO, huh?
The two pups from Alabama are growing and looking great. We're transferring them to the west pool yard gradually where they'll have more room and more company with the older dogs. At present they are ensconced on the front porch and seem to like it, but they need more exercise than that area allows, and so outside they go for mornings and evenings. They are crate trained for overnight and now eating twice a day with no problems. Their porch "potty" area has been improved by a zillion percent thanks to Elizabeth Bowron's suggestion of using horse stall pellets confined to a 2x4x8 rectangle placed over a 4'x6' horse stall mat. The "left overs" are SO much easier to pick up, the smell is not nearly as attractive to flies, and the whole process was a snap to fix up and maintain. The only problem has been convincing the boy ("Stone") to use it....he insists on doing his business just outside, but the girl ("Roja") took right to it and has ever since Saturday when we put it together.
I'm on about getting all this damned tax information put on the computer this week so as to have that over with by the time I leave for Utah on the 28th. I HATE THIS STUFF....
Later and hope all is well out there in the real world. MsP
Friday, July 2, 2010
A Continuing Adventure in Puppying
Mother Nature just keeps me hopping. I've never had a pup who came out small and stayed that way. He's not a dwarf and he is as active as everybody else, but he's just plain little! Black boy with yellow collar.
Yesterday morning Garbo raced out to do her morning eliminations and she had something in her mouth. Nothing unusual--Garbo ALWAYS has something in her mouth, a toy, a shoe, you name it. I didn't think much about it until I went back to the whelping box and as is my habit, I counted: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10....again:1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10....huh? After the third count to 10, it came to me....what was in Garbo's mouth was Number 11, and of course it was the little black boy.
Outside I flew, Garbo leading the way to the muddy corner by the ginger plants to show me her idea of the newest way to house a pup. There he was, covered in red Georgia clay and mad as a hornet. At first I thought she was telling me something I refused to admit--something's really the matter with this tyke. Nope, a few minutes later, Garbo tried to take a yellow girl on a trip. Only problem is that the other pups are too big to carry handily. The black boy fits inside her mouth and the rest dangle and wriggle and don't like it, period. Certainly says something about this boy's obliging temperament--he just goes with the flow! Big problem is he's not getting enough of one particular flow, methinks.
So I HOPE this means it's just part of Garbo's working her way thru post partum somethingorother. Since that time, she's not tried any other Mayflower Moving experience. Guess she got it that only gets her into trouble of the first order.
Meantime, I've come to see that the little black boy just can't make it to a nipple easily b/c his cohorts bump him out of the way. Could also be that Garbo refuses to nurse laying down....she prefers to do it sitting up so the pups make a double vertical helix trying to eat. Leave it to the Garbs to do it her way (see picture on Facebook if you don't believe me.)
I've been supplementing him several times a day but am worried that he's not getting the passive immunity he needs from his mother's colostrum. So this morning four of the biggest are napping in the warmth of a puppy box while the little black boy has a better chance for a faucet on his mom. Guess I'd better start calling him Mighty Man, huh? He never gives up, looks exactly like the rest only in miniature, and just doesn't know he's so tiny. I won't give up.
This morning at four, the frantic sounds of a pup awakened me. In I went to find it wasn't the little black boy (who doesn't complain about ANYTHING) but a yellow girl who was wedged nose first and firmly stuck in a corner. She just couldn't figure out how to turn around. Do blondes really have more fun???? At ten this morning, there she was again, but this time she seems to have accepted her fate and calmly awaited her mom (or ME??) to come retrieve her.
Off to clean the whelping box covers, an every day need. Yesterday I gave up and got some fleece for three new ones so as to have a full washing machine every three days instead of doing it constantly with a small load. Got some awesome fleece with dog biscuits and pawprints on it, then some with MONKEY FACES....'cause that's their daddy's name, of course. I haven't sat at the sewing machine since May, so hope I remember how to do it!
Meantime, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp
Yesterday morning Garbo raced out to do her morning eliminations and she had something in her mouth. Nothing unusual--Garbo ALWAYS has something in her mouth, a toy, a shoe, you name it. I didn't think much about it until I went back to the whelping box and as is my habit, I counted: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10....again:1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10....huh? After the third count to 10, it came to me....what was in Garbo's mouth was Number 11, and of course it was the little black boy.
Outside I flew, Garbo leading the way to the muddy corner by the ginger plants to show me her idea of the newest way to house a pup. There he was, covered in red Georgia clay and mad as a hornet. At first I thought she was telling me something I refused to admit--something's really the matter with this tyke. Nope, a few minutes later, Garbo tried to take a yellow girl on a trip. Only problem is that the other pups are too big to carry handily. The black boy fits inside her mouth and the rest dangle and wriggle and don't like it, period. Certainly says something about this boy's obliging temperament--he just goes with the flow! Big problem is he's not getting enough of one particular flow, methinks.
So I HOPE this means it's just part of Garbo's working her way thru post partum somethingorother. Since that time, she's not tried any other Mayflower Moving experience. Guess she got it that only gets her into trouble of the first order.
Meantime, I've come to see that the little black boy just can't make it to a nipple easily b/c his cohorts bump him out of the way. Could also be that Garbo refuses to nurse laying down....she prefers to do it sitting up so the pups make a double vertical helix trying to eat. Leave it to the Garbs to do it her way (see picture on Facebook if you don't believe me.)
I've been supplementing him several times a day but am worried that he's not getting the passive immunity he needs from his mother's colostrum. So this morning four of the biggest are napping in the warmth of a puppy box while the little black boy has a better chance for a faucet on his mom. Guess I'd better start calling him Mighty Man, huh? He never gives up, looks exactly like the rest only in miniature, and just doesn't know he's so tiny. I won't give up.
This morning at four, the frantic sounds of a pup awakened me. In I went to find it wasn't the little black boy (who doesn't complain about ANYTHING) but a yellow girl who was wedged nose first and firmly stuck in a corner. She just couldn't figure out how to turn around. Do blondes really have more fun???? At ten this morning, there she was again, but this time she seems to have accepted her fate and calmly awaited her mom (or ME??) to come retrieve her.
Off to clean the whelping box covers, an every day need. Yesterday I gave up and got some fleece for three new ones so as to have a full washing machine every three days instead of doing it constantly with a small load. Got some awesome fleece with dog biscuits and pawprints on it, then some with MONKEY FACES....'cause that's their daddy's name, of course. I haven't sat at the sewing machine since May, so hope I remember how to do it!
Meantime, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp
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