My wife, that is.
The puppies were born late this past week. Her girlfriend in Lethbridge, five and a half hours south of us, bred her boxer dogs and the female now has a little litter; from which we get first pick. My darling wife is almost beside herself with excitement. I'd be very impressed if she could do that.
She's so excited in fact, next weekend she's going to take a little road trip down there for the express purpose of picking out the one 'we' want and putting a down payment on the little fella. Or fellee.
That means she'll wait until I get home from work on Friday evening, hop in my truck and drive over five hours south. She'll stay overnight with her folks, get up, go see the pups, ooh and ahh over them for about an hour, take some pictures so she can show me which one 'we' picked out, and finally drive back up through Edmonton again to get home sometime Saturday afternoon.
She'd better not criticise me then when I want to skip out of work a wee bit early on Thursday, May 19th so I can go and stand in line for ten hours for a showing of Revenge of the Sith!
We've been sent pics of the newborns and they really are quite adorable. (I'll post some when my wife forwards them to me.) The mom is Laci, the dad is Streetside and they had a litter of nine. Unfortunately, only six survived. One was the runt of the litter and didn't quite pull through; another was born completely without a tail and they often develop problems. This one quite obviously did. And the third was just an accident. He was a black flashie (that's the colour scheme), and I hear that's somewhat rare, so he was the prize of the litter. He seemed to have gotten caught up in some folds of the blanket that was in Laci's birthing bed and a water dish got subsequently spilt on him, unbeknownst to the humans at the time. He was trapped like that for an unknown length of time and was found freezing cold and shivering, too late to warm him up in time. So now there are six.
My wife could never raise animals. Her heart almost broke at hearing of the plight of fully a third of the litter. She's especially got a soft spot for runts, considering our own Jack Russell was in that boat with his litter. The very last of his brothers and sisters in the pet shop window. She's still very excited though.
I'm very excited about the fact that it's less than a month now until our vacation! Two full weeks off work. I haven't had that in almost two years now - not since our wedding and honeymoon. 'Twill be so nice.
And then we'll come home just in time to go and pick up our puppy in the middle of June.
Please, please, please let Jango expend the majority of his energy on this new addition...
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