by Lynn Dee Galey
It was 6 degrees out this morning, and I was wishing that I had more than my LLBean flannel shirt over my nightgown. But with a repurposed soup ladle gripped in my cold hand, I was focused on only one goal.
We are five weeks into Annie's presumed pregnancy, and I now feel comfortable saying this about that: Annie's "with pups". Each week my hunch has been confirmed more. This week I sent the email to the folks on her wait list letting them know that yes, puppies are on the way.
I reiterated that I would not be doing an ultrasound but that all of the signs are present. I chuckled when one prospective owner replied, "Hmmm. Always hungry, expanding waistline decreased energy/activity? By Gawd I must be pregnant."
The past few days I noticed that Annie frequently had a sense of urgency about going outside to relieve herself. Thus my soup ladle wielding escapade in the back yard this morning, aimed at collecting a urine sample to rule out a possible UTI (urinary tract infection). Off we went to the vet where she confirmed no infection.
It is a comfort to have vets who themselves are breeders. That can be as big a boost to the humans involved as the dogs! I love that she agreed that an ultrasound to verify puppies was clearly not necessary. I relaxed when she smiled and said that Annie either has a whole lot of puppies in that compact body or she is a drama queen about the increasing pressure (a friend and Ardent Annie Admirer suggested both of these could be true😶).
With 4 weeks left to go, a whole bunch of families and I are trying to contain our excitement. Meanwhile...Dreamboat Annie is sailing on cruise control!