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A trip to the vet, laundry and chicken thighs

It’s my job. Eat, sleep, grow!
Yesterday morning, I took ALL of the puppies, and Paisley of course, to the vet for a checkup. Imagine, if you will, a lidded, plastic storage box with ventilation holes on top, a heating pad on the bottom and soft flannel on top; now fill that box with ten puppies, stacked like cord wood, heads tucked under one another, snug as can be. Place that box in the front passenger seat of your car, where you can keep an eye on it. Place the worried mama dog in the back seat, where she isn’t happy at all. Proceed down the interstate 5 miles, at which time the unhappy mama dog decides she’s had enough and it’s time to regain control over her family. To the front seat she comes, and promptly lays ON TOP OF THE BOX. Um, ventilation holes? Covered?
“Paisley- get off! Right now!” As well as I can, while trying to drive responsibly, I push her off toward the passenger side door, where there’s not really room for her, but at least the puppies can breathe. I flip open the box, thinking that if she tries it again, we’ve got air. Well, now I understand what the real issue is: she wants to FEED the babies. In a remarkable feat of canine agility and skill, Paisley straddled the box with three legs, perched like a tightrope walker, and lo and behold, she fed her babies. Thank goodness the brakes never came into play…..
At the vet, everyone was checked over- every puppy, plus the proud mama, was pronounced healthy. Paisley (this will prove that dogs aren’t really like people) is back down to her exact pre-pregnancy weight of 33 pounds, lucky girl. The puppies, on the other hand, are going the other direction: the largest is 1 lb, 2 ounces, and the most petite is Miss Green, at a perfectly-proportioned 10 1/2 ounces. Puppy trivia for the day: each day, for the first little bit, the puppy should gain about 10 percent of its current body weight, not its birth weight. It’s a little like compound interest.
Things domestic: I’ve done a lot of laundry this week! Puppies and nursing mamas dirty a lot of sheets, towels and flannels, but it’s very gratifying to see them nestling in a clean bed. Plus, I think the puppies prefer their sheets warm from the dryer- wouldn’t you?
Menu du Jour for New Mothers
Gently poached chicken thighs (with skin, of course!), cottage cheese (make it the good kind, says Paisley- none of that skim milk stuff for me) , and calcium-rich puppy food
Lots of fresh water
Bon Appetit!

Comments

  1. I can’t believe how quickly they have changed…the one pictured on this post is a definate cutie…but I know I could say that about each and every one of them.

    Thanks for continuing to share…I’m enjoying each post to the fullest.

    Blessings…
    Teresa