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A Breeders Diary
Chapter One: The Plan
Chapter Two: The Pregnancy
Chapter Three: The Whelping
Chapter Four: Rearing Puppies
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6-24-2000 (12:20 am)

Well, I gave up and went to sleep around 11. Ivy crawled under the covers and down to my feet again, but I was so exhausted that her squirming around didn't keep me awake this time. Around midnight, I woke up to a soaking wet bed. Instantly awake, I leaped out of bed into the whelping box. "We need to get you moved in here, honey," I told her. Amazingly, Ivy jumped right into the box and started nesting. With a few minutes, we had a puppy emerging. She seemed very confused, so I helped ease it on out and broke the sack for her. She took over immediately, thank goodness...I was having flashes of the Bad Mother Stories everyone has been telling me. Some bitches more or less refuse to have anything to do with the puppies and the breeder winds up raising them herself! As soon as I could, I took a peek to see what we had...a brindle girl with just a spot of white in the middle of her neck. She seems fine. 14 ounces. That's a big puppy.


I'd forgotten how nervewracking it gets between puppies. Ivy seemed for awhile to have just stopped with the first one. She spent a great deal of time cleaning her. I'm letting her do as much as possible by herself, though it sure makes me nervous. A second puppy arrived at 1:00 am. Another dark brindle girl, this one with a white slash on her rear and half a thin white collar, 15 ounces. Ivy did better this time. I did help get the sack off...I just can't trust her to do that fast enough, even though I know she would.

(1:30 am)

Boy, by the time we got the last one cleaned up, the third got here. Yet another girl, this one a lighter brindle and white, 14 ounces. I don't actually know how much whippet puppies usually weigh when they're born, but I had collies who didn't weigh this much! They sure are healthy little girls, and all have caught on to nursing with no problem.

(2:15 am)

Girl number four. Another dark brindle with a white patch on her rear and a white patch on her neck. This one was 15 ounces! Ivy is very professional about this whole thing, and very happy for me to help. She does most of the work, but I do still get their little heads out of the sacks. I had planned to take some pictures of this process, but the camera is downstairs and I don't want to leave. Walt got up and checked in on us half an hour ago, but I forgot to ask him to go get the camera. How did he manage to arrange sleeping through this whole thing? He did ask if I needed him to boil some water. "Isn't that what people do?" Right. Thanks, honey.

(3:00 am)

I don't think she knows how to make boys. And they're getting bigger...this one was 16 ounces! A dark brindle girl with a thin white collar. Ivy is getting tired, but still taking care of them. In between puppies I sit studying my Canine Reproduction book and trying to be sure everything is going right. Again I shudder at wht all can go wrong. Puppies born with their organs outside their bodies, mothers hemorraging to death... I try not to think about it. When Ivy starts laboring hard again, I put all the puppies who are already here in a little box with a heating pad to wait till the next one is born. Fortunately she trusts me. I have had moms who really just wanted to be left alone. Nine times out of ten they would do fine all by themselves, but it's that tenth time that keeps breeders sitting up with their girls all night.

(4:15 am)

Well, we lost one. She went a long time between puppies this time, and seemed to go in and out of contractions a few times. I think she is really tired. About the time I was thinking about calling the vet, she finally had this one, another little girl, born dead, the sack already gone. An hour between puppies is not usually considered an emergency...yet (I had a collie who went two hours once) but apparently it was too long this time. I cleaned out the pup's little mouth, gave her a few slings to clear the mucous, and massaged her vigorously, even blew into her mouth, but never got so much as a gasp. She'd been dead too long to bring her back. Geez, I hate that. I feel there was something more I could have done, but I don't know what. Ivy licked her a few times, but wasn't very interested.. She figured out immediately that the pup was beyond help and just started cleaning the others again. I didn't give up as soon, but finally had to admit the baby was gone. I put her on a heating pad though, in case there was a miracle. There wasn't.

(5:00 am)

Finally a boy! This is number seven, so if the x-ray was correct, we're done. This guy started nursing before he was all the way out of the sack! He's much lighter than the girls, maybe a blue brindle?, and weighs 16 ounces. I'd really hoped for a blue brindle boy. Maybe this will be my keeper!

(6:30 am)

Ivy says we are finished. She didn't want to leave them to go out and pee, but when I insisted, she came right along. She sure didn't fool around though. The minute she was through, she was straining on the leash to get back to the door. I let her in, took off the leash, and she was up the stairs and in her box in no time. Walt and I took the dead puppy out to bury her under the peach tree behind the barn. Gosh, that was tough. A little life that didn't have a chance...or maybe would have if I had known more or done more. I do know from my collie years that it's normal to feel that way, but it doesn't help the pain very much to know it. Should I have called a vet? How long can you wait between puppies? Was there something more I could have done to revive her? And it's hard too, wondering what her little life would have been like. She just looked so normal, as if she could have started breathing any moment.

But I'm happy the others seem so healthy. Walt is making me waffles with strawberries and whipped cream for breakfast. Much more useful than boiling water...

Last Updated on Thursday, 31 July 2008 19:30