We have happy news! Crystal whelped her litter of puppies on Sunday afternoon. And since some births deserve to have the story told, I will share with you how it began.
So as it happened, Crystals due date was only a few days away, and she did not show any of the usual nesting behavior. The only sign I got was on Saturday night when Crystal did not want to follow me up to my room. All my pregnant dogs sleep in my room when they are waiting to give birth. And they are happy to be there. But when Crystal wouldn't come to me, I knew she must not bet feeling well, and I carefully lifted her up and carried her to my room. I fully expected to see whelping begin that night.....but instead she was very quiet with hardly any nesting or restlessness.
The next morning, which was Sunday, Crystal followed me down the stairs and out to the backyard as if it was a normal day. That calmness made me feel comfortable leaving her to attend Church in the morning. I felt it important to go early, as I new things could change over the next few hours. Before I left I put Crystal in a pen with her bed to keep her as safe as possible until I returned.
When I got home, Crystal looked quite well. I had hoped to keep her close to me, but she wanted to be in the basement rec room next to my 9 year old son while he played his video games. I already know my kids cannot read the signs of whelping...so I was calling down the stairs often to check on her status. "Where is Crystal....Next to you....Ok how does she look. " "Mom, she looks fine!" So it is kind of funny, that Crystal was acting so normal....but somehow I knew the time was near..
I rushed over and hovered over Crystal as she continued to clean up the newborn. My little boy was so helpful. He rushed about corralling the dogs into their crates. It wasn't such an easy task. The dogs new something was afoot and they were trying to push their noses past me to check out the newcomer. I called to my husband to help me and as soon as the umbilical cord was cut, he carried the baby upstairs. I followed close behind, having wrapped Crystal in a towel to carry her to the whelping pool in my master bathroom.
When I shared the birth story with one of my customers she intuitively knew the first born was a boy. "Of course it was a boy", she said, "Boys love video games!"
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