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| Hello everyone! |
“The Evacuation”
There were several practice runs that lead to
this moment. Well-rehearsed; well-coordinated, but this event was unlike
anything we’d ever witnessed. Early in the week, Mr. Snowball and Miss Candy
Cane departed the whelping box for a little walkabout. Around midweek, Mr.
Snowball, Miss Mistletoe and Mr. Plum Pudding took their turn, unfazed by the
violation they had committed as they calmly studied their surroundings. On
Monday morning, it became apparent. These were all dry runs for what came next.
As we approached the living room that houses Whitney’s litter box, the entire
litter of eight had evacuated their dwelling to go for a leisurely stroll
around the room. They all surrendered peacefully and without incident, but this
latest breach has underscored the necessity for stricter security measures.
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| Time for cuddles! |
Last week, our poor Whitney contracted
Eclampsia, a blood calcium deficiency. As a result of her treatment, Whitney
was unable to nurse her puppies, so Bailey and Sierra rolled in with their own
milk trucks to help out. Forever the good sport, octomom Whitney clad in a
t-shirt to cover her “apparatus” made up for lost time by spending entire days
in the whelping box with her brood, sometimes napping with them, but mostly
just hanging out. The pups were extremely happy to be with their mom. They
expressed their enthusiasm by climbing on top of her while Mr. Shining Star
clamped his jaws down on mom’s tail and Miss Mistletoe gnawed away on Whitney’s
leg. Whitney took it all in stride.
That’s
it for now, but be sure to join us next week for another regal installment of
“Puppy Tales”.
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