Y’all. I have gotten so many (in other words, more than one) request for “more puppy pictures please!” and so, without further ado, eat your puppy-loving hearts out, people!
I tell you, these puppies have had more visitors than any of my babies ever did. I’ve heard that in order to be properly socialized, puppies should be exposed to a wide variety of people in the first couple months of life.
This is what the dog kennel looks like on any given day:
I think we’ve got socialization covered, no problem.
This past weekend, Charlotte gave us quite the scare.
Over the course of a day and a half, she stopped eating and started drooling and eating dirt. She developed a stiff-legged gait (kind of dragging her hind legs), her eyes glazed over, and she became lethargic. We spent Sunday morning researching on the Google (we were skipping church anyway, but no one needs to know that) and attempting to tempt her with tuna, beef, eggs, and cheese. She didn’t bite (literally). I conferred with the vet hospital. We were pretty sure this was eclampsia, or a calcium deficiency, but was it an emergency? If not yet, when would it become one? Could we wait till the morning?
And then she started with the shakes. Trembling all over. We took her temperature (after another quick visit with Google)—no fever. And then she started the pacing, and the shaking worsened. That did it. Off to the vet went Charlotte, my daughter, and husband.
Five hours later, they were home. Yes, she had been suffering from a severe calcium deficiency. (At its worst, her muscles were jumping a half-inch out from her body. I read that sometimes the tremors are so severe that they actually cause a fever.) They had given her an injection and some saline for dehydration.
On the way back, my husband purchased two cases of canned dog meat (which we have never, ever bought) and TUMS. Upon hearing our tale of woe, some neighbors gave us an enormous bag of unwanted liver they had stashed in their freezer.
Over the course of the evening, Charlotte’s appetite gradually returned. At first, my daughter had to blend the meat into a sauce so she could lap it up, but by bedtime she was wolfing it down and desperate for more. She has continued to eat voraciously and is, we think, completely back to normal.
As for the puppies, we increased their feedings of gruel to alleviate the strain on Charlotte, and she has been able to continue nursing them (and Luna) throughout the day.
All is well, whew.
This same time, years previous: the quotidian (7.8.13), let’s talk, the quotidian (7.9.12), zucchini skillet with tomatoes and feta, simple creamy potato salad and French potato salad, peanut butter cup ice cream, and tempero,
I think these puppies showed up in my dreams last night. The color scheme was off (they were all a little browner) but they were equally as wiggly.
soooooooo sweet! And I'm so glad you figured out what was wrong with the poor dear mommy. Mommies are so overworked 🙂
Can we come visit? Serious. I'll email you.
Yes—COME VISIT ME!!!
I recognize sk's hands in the first pic, hahaha
and I had just been wondering how a mother dog can nurse that many puppies. What do ferral animals do–just die?
Now that you mention it, we never did see many small dogs wandering around in Central America, so yes?
Canned dog meat, or canned dog food? Eeek!
Canned meat for dogs. I KNOW.
Puppies!!! Thank you for the *fix*. Poor Charlotte…so glad you got that all sorted out. That's a lot of life to support!! (Including the cat!!) Hugs to you, Camille
If I weren't way out in Seattle, I'd be picking one up ON the 7th…. And I'm not even really a dog person. But they're adorable and so well taken care of! Tell your girl that she's a wonderful animal wrangler!
Sounds like Charlotte was getting the stuffings sucked right out of her. She's a little mama with a big herd of kids! Glad you were able to get her difficulties under control in time. Those puppies are the cutest thing ever. Thanks for the pics.
PUPPIES! They are so cute, I just want to drive the girls down to visit them.