The Native Iowan

August is here. Damn the year is flashing past!

I am sitting with my damaged leg up, Lady Godzilla is playing on her own, Nia, with her 2 fresh pups, is on the deck.

Recap of my past few days… Wednesday I got my leg stuck between 2 machines. After a few hours in ER I got home with no broken bones but very, very, very sore. Thursday I spent licking my wounds and moaning and groaning. Friday Nia started nesting. By noon she’d dropped her first pup. We now, Saturday morning, have 2, nice n fresh n pretty puppies:

This breeding season we sired with an immature dog, Dandy, that was obviously just on the sperm-bank side of maturity. He bred with Quel first. A few days later he bred Nia. Both bitches went into obvious pregnancy. Both bitches had wet teats a week ago. Quel never really looked too pregnant, other than the wet teats. Recently Quel went dry again. Obviously a phantom pregnancy, which is not terribly uncommon.

I’m elated Nia dropped pups. I had thought she’d too be experiencing a false pregnancy. Of course we expect more from this breed, but the immature stud explains where the small litter. And we do have a lovely silver bitch-pup and a great looking brindle boy. Nia is being a perfect mother. And we plan to breed again.

Son, Don, and his 3/4yr old, Andromeda, showed up yesterday for the weekend. Puppies and little kids = lots of joy and confusion.

So August is here, the calendar year is dwindling, and life is good due to puppies and children.

And beat up legs are no good. This getting old bullshit is harder than I expected.

More later

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