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Everyone is doing well. The 9 pups were wormed this weekend, which was not received very well. The poor little faces scrunched up in disgust and a quantity of the pink wormer ended up on me and the pups’ fur. I made sure they got an extra 0.1ml each to make up for the stuff they spat out. So that’s the first worming done.
Mum is enjoying exercise still and really keen to get out picking up the odd dummy and river swimming on Sundays.
It was not much of a surprise that Titan was the first one trying to get out of the box.
Atlas late for the milk bar:
Motherly bliss. And peace.
Still mostly eat-sleep-eat-sleep. Lots of sleeping with full tummies.
The cushioned pig rails seem to appeal as raised beds for sleeping.
They are like piranhas when the milk bar opens and they are hungry.
The pups are a week old and Gaia is a bit bored. She is the perfect mum, feeding and cleaning to perfection, but she is very keen to get out too. We walk and run and today I took them all down to swim in the river. She appreciates the breaks from her beloved pups.
Photos from the last few days:
The first few days are the most concerning, not just for the new mum, but for everyone. It is all new and scary and for the first few days all routine is upside down. The other dogs are kept out of the way (they are curious about what is going on, but as soon as they smell the pups, they keep their distance).
All looked fine and settled at night, but when I came in to the “maternity ward” this morning, Gaia had moved all the pups on to a spare blanket under the table next to the whelping box. Of course I got a bit worried that she might have suffocated one in there, but all was perfectly fine.
I put them all back and soon all was peaceful again. I put a blanket half way across the whelping box to help her feeling secure.
Saturday 28th May 2016:
I spent the night with a restless Gaia, but no digging and no pups. Got up just after 5am as she seemed to be changing her behaviour and Pontus was born at 7.05. She was insisting on staying in the Tuffies nest and everytime I tried to move her to the whelping box, she went back.
Finally, she had the pup, Voramissen Pontus, in the whelping box.
Everything going smoothly and Gaia says hello to her first puppy.
She insisted on going back to the nest to have her pups and Atlas was born in the nest.
It turned out that every single pup came out backwards. Here is Atlas arriving.
Phoebe arrived at 9.45, also born in the nest!
Nothing happened for three hours and I decided to move Gaia and children to the whelping box and keep her there. At 1.05 Calypso arrived and shortly after that, Oceanus.
Soon after Theia came reversing out:
Suddenly Gaia decided to put them all back in the nest! I couldn’t stop her, she had done it in a flash.
Obviously I put them all back in the whelping box and took away the nest.
After a long wait again, Selene was born at 3.55 followed quickly by Titan.
So at 4.10 with eight pups, I assumed it was all over and Gaia was resting very peacefully. We sat outside the door in the sunshine and I allowed myself a little Gin and Tonic to celebrate. At 6pm I heard worrying noises and went back in, Helios was being born.
But that was it. Five boys and four girls.
I took Gaia out today, less than 24 hours after finishing her whelping and she LOVED it.
Gaia should be ready for birth today, but no signs yet.
During the last three nights I have abandoned my husband and slept in a spare bed with Gaia by my side (well, uhm, yes, ON my bed). It would be too risky to leave her alone so close to the due date, I wouldn’t have slept a wink if I suspected she could be giving birth. However, NOTHING has happened. Last night she started getting restless and panting, so I thought Ahaa, here we go, but she was just too hot and fell asleep when I opened more windows to cool the room down.
What a dedicated working dog, however, I brought her over to the office with me this morning and on the way she caught scent of a rabbit in the long grass and went on point:
I guess in nature the bitch will have to try and feed herself right up till the last minute before whelping and as soon after the birth as well.
She is now lying in the office, not on one of our dog beds, but on the door matt. Maybe that’s a sign??? She is literally in the cold draught!