June of '05

In the summer of 2005, my Danes Cozette & Sophia had their litter 3 days apart. Let me tell you how it happened. My Aunt Renee' and her little boy were living with us at the time in our giant house on Munger. I was upstairs in the bed w/ the new baby and the dogs had gone outside to do their business. After a while Josh, my nephew, came upstairs and said: "Aunt Jaime, there's a puppy in my room." I thought he was referring to the big dogs because the kids called the big Danes puppies too. Brian said to me: "You don't think he means a real puppy, do you?" I sat straight up in the bed and hot footed it downstairs and sure 'nuff, there was a squirming little newborn puppy in his room. Sophie had birthed a puppy in his room. I wrangled the big Danes upstairs to the birthing area in our bedroom and told Brian to keep an eye on them while I took the flashlight outside to see if she had birthed any in the yard. Luckily she hadn't. Poor Josh has a mild case of Autism and has to have everything just so. When he realized that Sophie had given birth to one of her pups on his blanket, he ran upstairs and said: "Aunt Jaime, there's bw-ood on my bw-anket! BW-OOD ON MY BW-anket!! He almost had a heart attack. That started a long night of mid-wifing for me. Dane births go about 24 hours and that's 24 hours of me trying to keep their energy up and help them out anyway I can.