Early this morning I got a text from Bethany: I think someone might be having puppies.
I knew she was wrong – I’d palpated Little Molly’s (the weekend rescue) belly just the day before, wondering if she was preggers and hadn’t felt a thing. She didn’t bulge anywhere. I called her back. “We should go to the vet right now. She’s not pregnant, so if she’s in pain like that, there much be something really wrong.”
Bethany said, “No. It’s labor.”
Still not believing her, I said, “I’m on my way.”
She was right. She’s usually right. Sure enough, Little Molly popped out two puppers. The first took a while and was stressful for all of us, but she did everything right and little Athol was born and cleaned and (s)he suckled right away.
Iris basically fell out with no ceremony, so I think Little Molly was surprised and didn’t do the same amount of work. We had to help a little more.
All three are healthy and Little Molly is doing a great job. Bethany and I are going to share foster duties till they can all be adopted. (Maybe YOU need a wee darling! Little Molly is so sweet I feel these matching pups are going to be the same.)
But whoa, this was a HELL of a surprise. What a fine one, though. And how lucky I feel that I could take the day off work and watch.
Welcome, wee ones. You’re going to have great lives.
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