Ky or Lyn (I'm not sure which one) was yelling for me to come into Lyn's room. Maddy was in labour and had just had her first pup in the middle of Lyn's bed. The time had come, if we were ready for it or not.
|Maddy, the night before she delivered.|
When the time came, and she couldn't find me in the house, she went to Lyn's room, jumped onto her bed and spat out her first pup. A little black jelly bean sack of puppy. Monty, to be exact.
I panicked. I hadn't prepared for this. I thought I had another week or so. I knew (from talking to Maddy's old owner) that I should put her in the kitchen, make a safe place for her and help her stay calm. I had no space in the kitchen, so I decided I would include the table and chairs in the garage sale. I picked up the table, moved to get it out the door and promptly put the table leg through the door window. Oops. After some initial panic, a bed was finally created for Maddy.
Over the next few hours, Maddy would come to have 6 pups in total. Monty came first, then Phil, Sally was the first girl, then Dini, followed finally by Vicki and Maury. The two runts. We named them all after talk show hosts and amused ourselves by making a list of weights, markings, times of birth, and names.
|One of the rare times Maddy actually fed her pups.|
|Monty, the first week of his birth. SO SMALL!!|
|Front to back: Phil, Monty, Dini, Vicki, Maury's butt.|
Dad came over to pick his pup. He sat on the couch and picked up Vicki. She climbed up his chest and sucked on the end of his nose. He was in love. He picked Monty to go with Vicki as he figured pups should be in pairs. He was right. They were inseparable.
|Monty in red, Vicki in blue.|
Today, Maddy is happy as she's ever been in her home with The Guy's sister. She needs to be in a one dog house with lots of attention and play time. That is exactly what Kelly has given her. Vicki has moved on to living with Grandma and is loving every moment of too much attention, not enough rules, and a whole lotta treats. Monty is the king of his castle with The Guy and I. He rules with a dopey look and very wet tongue.
Happy birthday to my puppies. Wherever they are.