I had Greta in the the Veterinarian’s Office today for what I had hoped would be her first prenatal visit. Unfortunately, when the doctor examined her, she could not find any babies inside of my Greta. (sob!)
What we do now is watch her to be sure she is not having a single puppy pregnancy, but more than likely she just isn’t pregnant at all. (sob!)

I’d really hoped that she was. I’d had such plans for this litter of pups. The timing was perfect, I have all the gear I need to birth and house the pups and I am ready to go. But, Greta isn’t.
I talked to her on our way home. I patted her and told her that I loved her and that it was okay. She looked at me with those big brown eyes and I think she sensed that I was disappointed, even though I tried not to let it show.
Since we came home she has been attached to me like she has been glued to me. I keep reaching over and patting her and telling her that I love her, because when it comes right down to it, I don’t care if she never has another litter of puppies or not. I love Greta. I love that she fills up my life in her own little way. I love that she cuddles up to me at night and comes running when she hears my voice.
Still, I admit to being disappointed. I was so looking forward to being a grandma again.































