Two Dogs and a Monkey
10:00 pm – Tutti is on her side and breathing fairly normally, although a little shallow and quick for my peace of mind but she’s not panting.
I have the flashlight out so I can find the little nubbette in Tutti’s black fur without disturbing anyone. I’m always watching for the attachment. When you struggle to keep a pup on the teat you feel so powerless and ineffectual. That’s why you fall in love with the vigorous attachers.
2:00 am – Tutti pants lightly, then heavily, a big sigh and then repeats the pattern. Squeaks and grunts from the puppy get only Tutti’s half attention but if I rustle in bed she is brightly watchful of my every move. She is not settling down.
2:15 am – I took her out for a quick pee. She has not evacuated her bowels since the birth. I am now in the whelping box with her and puppy. The puppy is sleepy and doesn’t want to attach but seeks warmth under Tutti’s armpit.
Tutti is relaxing against me, spooning on my crooked leg. The muscles in her back are melting in a peaceful nap. She moves her head up occasionally to bump my arm. Her breathing is sleepy and normal. Together is the best place to be, she says.
2:45 am – She’s twitching in her sleep, having a dream.
3:00 am – Well, I’m pretty uncomfortable here in the whelping box. I’ve my pillow at the small of my back to ease the hard edge of the sideboard. My legs are straight out in from of me. It is a good position for flexing the Achilles tendon in prevention of planar fasciitis, which I don’t have thanks to the whelping box exercise regime here. The puppy likes me to cup her little body with my warm hand and Tutti likes my other hand lightly draped on her off shoulder. The two of them are peaceful and contented. I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m listening with ear bugs to Ian Punnett, Coast to Coast AM, late-late night radio. My butt hurts numbly. I think Harley Hogg bikers call this “monkey butt” when it’s numb but it still aches.
3:30 am – Tutti stretched luxuriously and repositioned a shoulder. It gave me the chance to leave the box. All my bones creak. I’m sitting on the little green side chair and recounting the last hour and a half. My butt still belongs to the monkeys. I’m looking forward to slipping over to the big bed for a nap when a little feeling returns to my sacral iliac region.
I have the flashlight out so I can find the little nubbette in Tutti’s black fur without disturbing anyone. I’m always watching for the attachment. When you struggle to keep a pup on the teat you feel so powerless and ineffectual. That’s why you fall in love with the vigorous attachers.
2:00 am – Tutti pants lightly, then heavily, a big sigh and then repeats the pattern. Squeaks and grunts from the puppy get only Tutti’s half attention but if I rustle in bed she is brightly watchful of my every move. She is not settling down.
2:15 am – I took her out for a quick pee. She has not evacuated her bowels since the birth. I am now in the whelping box with her and puppy. The puppy is sleepy and doesn’t want to attach but seeks warmth under Tutti’s armpit.
Tutti is relaxing against me, spooning on my crooked leg. The muscles in her back are melting in a peaceful nap. She moves her head up occasionally to bump my arm. Her breathing is sleepy and normal. Together is the best place to be, she says.
2:45 am – She’s twitching in her sleep, having a dream.
3:00 am – Well, I’m pretty uncomfortable here in the whelping box. I’ve my pillow at the small of my back to ease the hard edge of the sideboard. My legs are straight out in from of me. It is a good position for flexing the Achilles tendon in prevention of planar fasciitis, which I don’t have thanks to the whelping box exercise regime here. The puppy likes me to cup her little body with my warm hand and Tutti likes my other hand lightly draped on her off shoulder. The two of them are peaceful and contented. I’m okay. I’m fine. I’m listening with ear bugs to Ian Punnett, Coast to Coast AM, late-late night radio. My butt hurts numbly. I think Harley Hogg bikers call this “monkey butt” when it’s numb but it still aches.
3:30 am – Tutti stretched luxuriously and repositioned a shoulder. It gave me the chance to leave the box. All my bones creak. I’m sitting on the little green side chair and recounting the last hour and a half. My butt still belongs to the monkeys. I’m looking forward to slipping over to the big bed for a nap when a little feeling returns to my sacral iliac region.
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