Pupdate

The puppies arrived at our house late, because they arrived late at the clinic for check in. Also, when they arrived they were a mess and dehydrated. They needed to be cleaned, given fluids, and fed.

The rescue I work with took in six of the nine puppies. Somebody else took three of the six, and we are supposed to have three.  We got the smallest ones because we live closer to the clinic, meaning closer to the vet. One bigger all black boy, who weighs 2 lbs, and a little girl who is mainly black with some tan shepherd markings (baby Indy style), weighing in at 1.7 lbs and another little girl with similar markings who weighs in at 1.6 lbs. Sadly the tinier little girl was having troubles last night and was unable to keep formula down, so she had to go stay with the vet. If all goes well, she’ll be back with us today.

The pups are about 3 weeks old, and YAY, they go potty on their own, so I don’t have to stimulate them with a wash cloth to get them to go. Actually, mommy had been raising them very well and keeping things clean, so they both exit the bed to potty on the paper and keep their bed clean.  Such good little tiny things. They walk, sort of, but look like drunken sorority girls in high heels, and they tip over a lot.

The poor little things miss their mom a lot. They do not understand or like the bottle, and desperately want to nurse off of a body instead. I try to give them the bottle, and they grunt and whine, “I can do it!” and struggle away to bury soft little mouths into my clothing, pushing with their paws and trying to find milk. It is a struggle to get enough food into them. I am hoping they learn rapidly, before we have to result to tubes.

They all have diarrhea. Hopefully this is from the makeshift food they were given yesterday and will quickly resolve on formula.

Pics later, although since they are dark colored with dark eyes, it will be hard to get good photos of them.

I’ve had very little sleep, getting up with them several times during the night. Xander thought this meant I should feed him too. Actually Xander is both fascinated and horrified by the little squirmy wormies. I don’t know if he has any idea what they are, but he is reacting differently to them than he did to the older Corbin and Laney.

Oops, one is up again, time to do more puppy care.

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  1. #1 by Magnificent Bastard on February 10, 2011 - 2:10 PM

    When I die, I want to come back as your dog.

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