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.   

 
 

Time for Babies!

So, my first pet story that I am going to tell you all is pretty recent, I’m only telling you this now because it is fresh in my memory.  We have this rottwelier named Bella that my mom’s boyfriend took in. Where she was living before, she was tied to a little chain outside all year round without even a doghouse for shelter. Since the family could not take care of her he brought her into the family. When he met my mom and started staying at our house more she just started to live here.

One day, Ron and I were conjuring up a plan to make some money and he mentioned how pure bred rotties were big bucks. After that day we never really thought of it again, that is until Bella was in heat. Ron knew a guy up north where he lives that has a male dog we could breed her with. He decided to take her to him. Well Bella has a history of breaking out of fences, she is such a huge dog that her, Margo (our little lab husky mix), and Harley (the most calm and easy going dog you will ever meet) also a rottie but neutered, would gang up and break out of our fenced in backyard. For the most part Bella and Margo, then Harley would just follow the leaders. Bella is in the front, Harley in the back , and Margo is the little one.

 When my parents got divorced we moved into a subdivision sort of thing off of posyville, and before we got a shock fence the dogs would break out all the time and roam the neighborhood. Our neighbors didn’t like it that much because these rottweiler’s are huge dogs and look scary. None of them would even hurt a fly though unless you tried to hurt one of us. So back to the story, Bella broke this guy’s fence because we didn’t think she wanted anything to do with this dog. Then like a week later we took her back again because we thought maybe she just wasn’t ready the first time, and she did it again. We thought just forget it and didn’t try to breed her anymore. Well about 4 or 5 weeks after that we noticed her getting a little fatter but we just thought that she maybe took it and didn’t really think anything of it. It really hit like a week before it happened and you could tell either something was wrong with her or she was about to have some babies. So the day finally happened, it was the night before the first time I had this English class so like September 5^th. She started leaking greenish black fluid and we knew something was about to happen. I went to bed because I had school the next day, but told them to wake me up when something exciting started to happen. About 2:30 in the morning is when it all began. 

Why I Chose this topic

Hello everyone,

My name is Katie Wisneski. I am 16 years old and am currently taking college classes and high school classes. My life has been pretty stressful lately but I almost feel like this blog might help with that. The reason why I chose “Katiespetadeventures” is because I love pets and animals so much. They are one of my passions, and although I don’t aspire to be a veterinarian or anything like that, I still love them. The main reason why I don’t think I will be a vet is because I have really bad allergies with animals
(ironic right?).

I have so many pets it’s hard to count, but I love every single one of them. I would have to say I favor cats a little more, mostly because cats are so chill and easy to take care of. All together I have three cats, 5 dogs, 2 goats, and 5 fish. Most of them split between my mom’s and dad’s house.

My pets are really an escape for me. If I am stressed out, happy, sad, angry, or just flat out moody, seeing one of my pets just makes my whole day better. They help me out and I help them out an excellent two way street.

I have been around pets and animals pretty much my whole life. The first pet that I got was when I was two and a half. He was a white, cuddly, cat and he was my best buddy for years. Being an obnoxious two year old (terrible twos) that poor cat went through a lot. He sat through many dress ups, story telling’s, and being smothered with love. I remember my mom would always tell me bed time stories and George was right there with me, and I would even read him a few too. I have a cute picture of it but I’m going to have to do some serious digging to find it.

Animals were so influential to me growing up that I can name off every pet I ever had, and let me tell you I’ve had a wide variety. I’ve had everything from hermit crabs, to hamsters, to rats, to sheep, turkeys, and pigs. Pretty much you name it and there’s a chance I’ve had it.

Pets have just been such a wonderful part of my life I figured they should get credit somewhere. Right now even, my little cat baby Larson is hanging out with me while I’m writing. I’m really glad I chose pets as my topic to write about, it is going to be fun to write about all of my experiences with them, the good and the bad.