Nothing Yet

Saturday went by with Greta looking at me with soulful eyes, and no action! I kept waiting, expecting her to either say something or produce a pup. She did neither. What she did do was, stick to me like glue, lie on the floor fully stretched out, and cause me more worry for her comfort than I thought possible.

Greta is your typical woman. She is pregnant and not letting go of those kids before she is ready to. In some ways I think she enjoys being pregnant! After all, we wait on her, we take her out whenever she wants and she can sleep in the bed wherever she choses and Hubby and I let her. This girl walks all over us!

However I know these days are soon to be over for her. She will have 5 (or perhaps 6), little buggers come into the world and they will demand her constant attention, her milk and her warmth for the foreseeable future, and after the first few days are over, I shall have the last laugh! I will be sleeping in my nice big bed with Hubby, and she will be in the whelping box with her brood of little terrors!

I do wish they would arrive though and not for any of the reasons you might guess except my own selfish ones. I want to see their darling, little faces. I want to hear their sweet whelping cries, and I want to see if one of those precious little babies is right for me.