My two little mutts were a week old yesterday. Pulled from the womb of a dying mother, the only survivors out of a litter of 9. These two were miracles from day one. With their hope for survival extremely low it has been a challenge. There was no mothers milk to give them a good start, only me, a heating pad and a bottle.
I refused to give up and let these two die after their mother gave her life for them. I have gotten up every two hours for the last 7 days to warm bottles and feed these two. I now have such an appreciation for mother dogs. My gosh humans are a cake walk compared to these little squirming things. I have never wiped so many little poopy puppy butts in my life.
I haven't been posting much so please be patient with me. I will try to keep up......but sleep deprivation is a terrible thing : )
With cleaning the house for the upcoming holiday, processing venison, keeping up with laundry and preparing to cook a holiday meal it has been a massive job. Thankfully everyone has chipped in for poopy puppy duty. You know the drill.......warm the bottle, feed the puppy, burp (yes puppies must be burped), then wiping their little bum with a warm rag to make them poop. The mother would use her tongue( EEEUUUWWWW!!).
I may need a vacation by the time they are weaning age......
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter