Puppies, Puppies, and More Puppies

            My mother yelled for my name and I woke up and went down stairs. The first baby was popping its head out! I was still half a sleep, and usually things like that don’t make me feel nauseous but for some reason it did a little bit. She would pop a baby out like every half an hour but I didn’t stay and watch all of them. Bella ripped some of the sacs open, but the others my mom’s boyfriend Ron had to. Then, we used floss to cut the umbilical cords (all of this we were reading off the internet as we went). It was pretty heart wrenching, for me at least, when towards the end of the babies Bella would squeal in pain. I hate it when something is suffering and I can’t do anything to help.

            At about 7:00 she was all done and had 7 babies born. Six of them were healthy, and one of them was not so much. We thought it might get better, but usually when they are sick as babies it is harder for them to recover. We called him “little man” and he had repertory issues. His face almost looked a little retarded too, like he was squished in the womb or something. We all prayed that he would make it but 2 days later my mom found him dead. After my mom put him in a box I heard her shrieking from downstairs and then start sobbing. She thought Bella killed one of her babies because it looked drowned, but actually she had another baby that was still born. It was really mutated and horrible looking. It upsets me when things like that happen, but I know it’s a part of life.

            The first few days were really exciting, getting to watch the babies nurse. I was anxious to watch them grow because at this point they weren’t that cute yet, and you couldn’t see their personalities. I was waiting and waiting for them to open their eyes, and it took 2 whole weeks. They are just now getting to the point of wobbling around and their personalities are starting to stick out. They are so cute now I have to refrain from posting pictures of them on all the social media websites every day.

            There were only 2 boys to begin with and little man was one of them. We named the boy that is left “Brutus”, it suits him well. I named the runt “Rosie”, she is the smallest but is really feisty and though. It is funny to hear her growl. These two are defiantly the favorites, but we love all of them. Margo loves to try to play with them, but they aren’t quite old enough yet.