This is how I spent Christmas Eve

THIS is how I spent Christmas Eve:



and no, you aren't having flashbacks. One of the volunteers for our rescue group (of which I'm a co-director...which is why I get these calls on Christmas Eve), anyway, one of our volunteers calls me and says that Sunday she picked up a pregnant cocker spaniel at one of our local shelters and they think it's due any day now and oh by the way, the father of the pups is either a Pomeranian or a Great Pyrenees. . Now, I probably don't need to tell you that a couple of things flashed through my mind at that moment, chiefly among them:

a)WHO takes a pregnant dog to the shelter the day before Christmas Eve???

and

b)uh, this could be a problem. With the Pomeranian, not so much, but holy sticks of butter: Great Pyrenees??? I don't even know if that's physically possible.

So, this is how I find myself, two and a half hours after getting the dog home (with guests in the living room no less), locked up in my bathroom delivering fuzzy babies on a chilly Christmas Eve. She finished up around 2:30 this morning. They're all fat and healthy--4 girls, one boy. Mama is doing fantastic. It all went so well and so fast, it sorta just seems like an odd little dream I had while dozing off. And now I'm off to go nuzzle and smell some puppy breath.

Merry Christmas from Cristabel, Ivy, Halo, Virginia (Ginny) and Bing.