As many of you know, we have had a series of disappointments in the breeding department over the past 3+ years. When one breeds these dogs out of love, the loss of planned new babies with their bright futures is hard on the heart. It has been hard on mine.
When I got back from spending time in Utah with my post-surgery daughter, I had two girls in season and a pandemic looming.
We bred both girls.
We had fresh chilled semen shipped in for Claire — she did not get pregnant.
Major’s family kindly let him spend a few days at our house — as a result, Daisy is pregnant.
Daisy on May 10 with two weeks to go.
Very pregnant.
Our kitchen is not done. There is construction stuff throughout the house. So many things are still packed up in the boxes that fill the downstairs. I need to finish my grading. I miss my kids and my grandbabies. My friend died, leaving his wife — one of my besties — shattered. Needed medical screenings are being postponed, leaving someone dear worried and vulnerable. Older adults live in isolation. And so on.
All around me — and you — is loss and grief and chaos.
It seems like a perfect time to have a litter of puppies.
