An unexpected surprise

Has someone ever said to you, “I have bad news and I have good news?”

When this happens to me, I always say “give me the bad news first so I can end on the good news.”

This happened to me on Tuesday, November 7.

I was standing in the kitchen cooking supper when my husband came in and said, “I have some bad news and I have some good news.”

As usual, I said, “Give me the bad news first.”

“The bad news is we have puppies,” he said.

I promptly dropped the dish I was holding.

“What’s the good news,” I asked.

He answered, “We have puppies.”

How did that happen?

We adopted our dog six years ago and were told she was spayed.

This poor dog had been through enough.  She had been rescued from a puppy mill and she wasn’t even a pure breed dog.

Chloe had three (3) puppies.  Hubby had found one dead in the kennel, one puppy doing great, and a third puppy was struggling.

Now, Chloe likes being outside instead of being inside.  We tried over the years to keep her inside, but she wouldn’t have it.

We live on a farm and she is only loose when we are home.  And then, she is with us most of the time.  Otherwise, she has her own extremely large dog run and kennel area with plenty of shade, etc.

Because it is cold this time of year, we moved the truck out of the garage and moved Chloe and the two puppies inside.

At about 9:30 p.m., Chloe kicked the struggling pup out of the kennel.  Guess she knew something we humans didn’t know.

I took the puppy inside.  It was much smaller than the other pup. It really looked more the size of a newborn kitten than a newborn puppy.

All I had to feed the little thing was kitten formula.  Did I say, I was a cat person.

I sat with the puppy throughout the night, feeding it with an eyedropper.

About 5 a.m. on November 8, hubby came into the room where I had the puppy and told me to go get some rest and he would take over.

He got on the internet and found an article that said to keep the puppy with the momma.  Chloe wasn’t having it.  She continued to kick the little thing out of the kennel.

Needless to say, the puppy died about 10:30 a.m.

The puppy that was doing great is still going great.  It is now four (4) weeks old.  Its eyes are open and it scares itself when a loud bark comes out its mouth.

Here is our unexpected surprise. Two days old.

 

Age 3 weeks old.

 

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