We have puppies!
Our lovely English Toy Terrier, Bonnie, delivered four puppies on August 31st, about four days before we were expecting them (thus ruining a romantic weekend for hubby and me, but we've been given a raincheck by the cottages so we'll get there eventually!).
The children have always intended to use Monty Python and the Holy Grail names for the puppies, so first one out was immediately called Zoot. Bonnie was quite restless and seeming to try to get comfy to nurse, but NO! She was actually contracting to deliver a teeny, tiny little thing we called Coco. The third was called Dennis, even though she is a girl, and finally, we were blessed with Tim.
Bonnie turned out to be a great mom, but we were worried about little Coco. The others were born at 4 1/2 ounces or around 130 grams, but Coco was only 2 ounces and 60 grams. We think perhaps she was Zoot's twin, sharing a placenta - but "sharing" is probably not really the right word! Zoot seemed to have had the lion's share, and Coco - bless her - had all the right desires but just not the strength.
By Day 2, we needed to start supplement Coco with formula according to the great emergency room doctors at Round Rock Specialty Hospital. They sent us home with a syringe and tiny teat plus some Esbilac puppy formula, and ever since, Coco just hasn't looked back.
Sure, she's one pound to her siblings' 2 pounds, but she has been first to open her eyes, first to have her ears stand up, first to eat solids and potty train, so we think she's quite something!
In the meantime, big uncle Banksy (turned 1 at the end of September) has been a real champ in keeping them entertained and tired. He still won't share his cow feet, though, no matter how much he loves them!
We'll be off for our first puppy shots next week when they're 8 weeks old, then down to Port Arthur to get the lovely people at Maggical kennels to evaluate them so I can keep the pick of the litter, after which we'll arrange for second shots and home time.
It has been an adventure that I'd meant to blog the way through, but events just overtook me!
Our lovely English Toy Terrier, Bonnie, delivered four puppies on August 31st, about four days before we were expecting them (thus ruining a romantic weekend for hubby and me, but we've been given a raincheck by the cottages so we'll get there eventually!).
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| Shhh ... tired mama. |
The children have always intended to use Monty Python and the Holy Grail names for the puppies, so first one out was immediately called Zoot. Bonnie was quite restless and seeming to try to get comfy to nurse, but NO! She was actually contracting to deliver a teeny, tiny little thing we called Coco. The third was called Dennis, even though she is a girl, and finally, we were blessed with Tim.
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| Dennis, Zoot, and Tim with the kids - (Coco was sleeping) |
Bonnie turned out to be a great mom, but we were worried about little Coco. The others were born at 4 1/2 ounces or around 130 grams, but Coco was only 2 ounces and 60 grams. We think perhaps she was Zoot's twin, sharing a placenta - but "sharing" is probably not really the right word! Zoot seemed to have had the lion's share, and Coco - bless her - had all the right desires but just not the strength.
By Day 2, we needed to start supplement Coco with formula according to the great emergency room doctors at Round Rock Specialty Hospital. They sent us home with a syringe and tiny teat plus some Esbilac puppy formula, and ever since, Coco just hasn't looked back.
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| The day we knew Coco was eating on her own - and getting full! |
Sure, she's one pound to her siblings' 2 pounds, but she has been first to open her eyes, first to have her ears stand up, first to eat solids and potty train, so we think she's quite something!
In the meantime, big uncle Banksy (turned 1 at the end of September) has been a real champ in keeping them entertained and tired. He still won't share his cow feet, though, no matter how much he loves them!
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| Banksy with Dennis |
We'll be off for our first puppy shots next week when they're 8 weeks old, then down to Port Arthur to get the lovely people at Maggical kennels to evaluate them so I can keep the pick of the litter, after which we'll arrange for second shots and home time.
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| Mug shots at 6 weeks |
It has been an adventure that I'd meant to blog the way through, but events just overtook me!
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