Rebel Rescuer

One thing about rescuing dogs…ya never know what the next hour (or minute) will bring.

We did our dinner out tonight and got home around 11.  Of course, our homecomings are always marked by a bunch of barking and excited dogs.  Thankfully we had K crated.

Because when I walked by, I noticed that there was a teeny puppy in there with her!

K is a foster that came into rescue pregnant.  She came from a backyard breeder who ditched seven dogs (five purebred and two mixes) at a shelter.  Another rescue took the five purebreds, and we took the two mixes.  And of course, K was pregnant.

We had an xray on Tuesday and the vet thought we had some time.  But apparently not.

And K is NOT being friendly right now.  We can’t get close enough to even count the babies.  Xray showed seven (omg), we had one underdeveloped baby that wasn’t born alive.  But we think we may have eight live babies.  Just not sure.

So far she’s doing a good job.  Babies are eating and acting normal (I guess…I’m certainly no expert).

Did I mention its now 2:25am and I’ve been up since 4:30 yesterday?

Its gonna be a long night.