Late yesterday afternoon I answered an emergency plea for foster homes for 10 day old puppies whose mama died earlier in the day. It’s a 6 week commitment to two puppies, weighing about 1.4 lbs. each, who need to be fed every two hours. Hahaha! Am I crazy, you ask? Probably, but I have the time and I had applied to be a foster home several weeks ago and when asked if I would accept puppies, I said I didn’t know – I had thought an older dog possibly but I saw the plea on Facebook and texted immediately and was told all puppies had fosters. About 30 minutes later I got the call, “I need you – can you come?” I said I’d be there in 20 minutes.
Telly was interested in guarding the puppies from the cats and Hazel simply wasn’t interested.
Puppy A, the bigger of the two, on the left. B, the runt of the litter, is on the right. Here’s how the first feeding went.
The nipple on the bottle is just too big and too stiff for tiny puppies. I will try to get a small one – on checking my drawer, I have gotten rid of all nursing bottles. Wouldn’t you know?
These puppies came from my favorite shelter, Patriots For Pets, in Clear Lake, IA. They find homes for dogs constantly – and do a great job of it.
It’s 2:55 am and the puppies were so restless and whiney that I was sure they were ready to eat but they’ve gone back to sleep now and I’m guessing that about the time I get to sleep, they’ll be ready to eat again.
I’m going to try to post the last of the Dirty Dozen finishes that I have right now.
Here’s the one photo many of you didn’t get yesterday.
Daddio and the mama of the Tribe are “couple” now – they have decided to live together in the goat pen.
Ok – they’re still asleep – guess I’ll sit in the recliner and doze until they whine loud enough to wake me.