Kira, my Siberian Husky, gave birth to three gorgeous puppies---Racer, Red, and Timmy. Just kidding, we didn't name them. I'm a serial dog-adopter, so naming them wouldn't be a good idea. Justin's parents will have the first pick of the litter and we'll sell the other two. Thankfully, there's only three since that will leave us only two to find a good home. I figure it wouldn't be that easy though. We don't plan on selling the pups to just anyone. Yup, I have my interview-face ready. I think we should play the whole "bad cop, good cop." I plan on conducting sweat-worthy interviews, home inspections, pop quiz on Siberian Husky Culture, and a physical agility test--- just kidding (90% truth). Anyone who intends to name the pups after a "Game of Thrones" character are automatically disqualified. Ain't nobody got time fo' dat "I've got myself a dire wolf" crap.
Kira was in labor for a good eight hours. Meanwhile, my anxiety was already giving birth to nervous farts and paranoia. My eyes were glued to my phone all night "researching" the welping, post welping, and pretty much the need-to-knows to CHILL OUT. Most of the information I read were pretty consistent, i.e., leave the damn dam alone, albeit most disclaimers read, "not an actual veterinarian." I'll call an actual veterinarian tomorrow. I'll keep you guys posted on the health of the pups and Kira. |
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