1-11-22
South we go, through Chattanooga through Birmingham, Alabama and turned west onto I-20, on into Mississippi. We were just west of Jackson, MS when I found an empty parking lot and collapsed on the bed. It was just after 11 pm, central time.
I woke up wide awake at some O My GOD hour and decided I might as well get on the road so off we went, another 150 miles or so to Calhoun, LA. It was almost 9 am and I was too tired to continue so, park it and sleep some more. I still had 390 miles to go…
So Wednesday was another long day of driving, although once into TX, GPS sends me off the interstate system onto the state system. It’s pretty good, nicely paved and high speed limits (70 – 75) when not going through small towns. It’s the small towns that can catch you up – watch those speed signs. I haven’t been caught yet!
Marj and Bernie have four dogs. They are: Callie, the incredible PTSD service dog; Ace, the cocker-aussie mix; Moon, the ¾ wolf/husky mix and Indigo, a black lab. Well, Indigo is the youngest, Moon is seven years old and they are both intact. The idea behind getting Indigo was to breed her to Moon. Well, they got together and she was due at any minute as I was driving.
Wednesday morning Marjorie fell and injured her shoulder. As I was driving toward her, she was going to the walk-in clinic to find out just how bad it was.
There were issues around Waco and I-35, but by some measure of grace we didn’t get into them. It was smooth driving all the way into the driveway…
Bernie and I set up Rigbee and discovered the 30 amp outlet he put in works for his welder but is a 4-blade where my power cable is standard 220. So, I will run off the generator and it’s cold!!!
Marjie got home while we were fussing about with the little Ute trailer and OMG there’s a puppy and it’s not breathing!!! Bernie and I rush in and we take turns briskly rubbing the little one, it’s blond like Moon with little prick ears like Moon and he’s cold and it’s awful and and and
So, we get poor Indigo into Marjie’s van (she has a sprained shoulder, the van is a Ford Transit) and off we go to the emergency vet. I end up on the floor in the rear beside Indigo keeping track of how she’s doing (panting). Now, Indy had x-rays the day before and they counted 7 puppies. At the emergency vet’s office, we were reassured that everything is normal, relax human parents and take her home to let nature take it’s course.
We stopped for gas and of course, Indy gets up and goes to the front driver’s side and drops a puppy. ALIVE!!!! Another little blond Moon-alike. By the time we got home, she had delivered her first black one. Marj and Bernie were getting a wagon to transport Indy back to her whelping box and I’m busy in the rear of the van yelling, “There’s another puppy!” So now the count was 3, 2 live and 1 who didn’t make it. Three to go.
We were all starving as it was after 8 pm. I don’t even remember what we ate, only that we did and intermittently interrupted poor Indy who was calmly proceeding with delivering puppies. By the time I went to bed around 10 p.m. there were six. Three blond, two black and one brown. So damn adorable. They all had the prick ears instead of rounded.
The next morning, there were SEVEN. Another black one was born. There are two black males, two blond males and one each black, blond and the brown one are all girls. Bernie wants to keep them all…
Who wouldn’t?
He immediately named the brown one (I was already calling her “Coco”) Sinamin. Cindy says that sounds like a stripper name. (see the movie “Pixels”)
As the puppies crawl around and Indy washes them, we notice that the black ones all have some white, somewhere, and the blond ones have some white on them. One has a lightening bolt on his head and he’s being called Zorro. One of the black ones has a shield on his chest and he’s Percival. The black one with white toes and a white tip on his tail is Tips, the other black one is Arthur and either Percival or Arthur is a girl? The other two blonds have not been named, yet.
They are having a cement patio put in, so we needed to move some fencing. They are horse fencing panels, five feet high and 20 feet long. They’re a little heavy.(!) We moved them using the tractor, but didn’t Bernie drop one on my foot! My foot didn’t break, nor did I get a bruise, but it still hurts. There are now two fenced in areas for the dogs. Good thing, because Tripp is so scared of Moon that he goes on the offensive and growls and bares his teeth at the big boy. Moon will eat him with two bites.
Tyson gets along with everyone and just wants to play. Ace plays with both Ty and Tripp, but we keep the rest of them separated. Indy wasn’t leaving the whelping box for the first couple of days unwilling to leave the puppies.
Ah, the puppies. They are so adorable. Everyone thinks I’m going to bring one home, but they are likely to be LARGE dogs and I just won’t. Nope. Cousin Raelene will throw me out if I do.
Besides, they won’t be old enough when I head for home.
We’ve done some shopping and of course the internet died and the Verizon store was closed due to staffing shortages. Since my phone is having trouble connecting, I can’t even use that as a hot spot. Good thing I downloaded books to the kindle before I left.
I gave Ace a bath this morning as he was in dire need. It took a lot to get him relatively clean but then to brush him? Marjie did the majority of the work there but he needs even more. Tripp needs further brushing, although I did a lot last night. He still needs his back feet trimmed,
Tyson is wearing his coat because it’s raining and the rain is coming down in drops and pellets. While it’s cold for Texas, considering that CT is below zero, we’re quite toasty here and getting warmer later this week.
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