As I sat down to write this first entry, the radio, on in the background, informed me that the Director of the film the Dam Busters had recently died — now that might seem rather irrelevant to a blog about a litter of puppies, but it’s not! Dora’s Grandmother Fee was a German dog and was trained for her German working tests at one of the dams/reservoirs bombed by the British in 1943. Perhaps it is significant that her Granddaughter will have her first litter of puppies, to a German dog, during the RAF’s centenary year. Fee was a very special girl who came to Britain by chance and good luck, she had two litters, and those of us lucky enough to live with her offspring know how amazing her children and grandchildren are. Here’s hoping her Great Grandchildren follow in her footsteps!
Well… we are into the last week of pregnancy. Mandy came over this afternoon and helped me put the finishing touches to the whelping box. I am so proud of that box… it’s amazing what you can do with several pieces of plywood, some softwood and a box of screws! Particular thanks must go to Finn, my extremely able 18-year-old son who acted as joinery assistant, general factotum and handyman — here’s hoping you’re around to make cups of tea when Dora goes into labour! And Dora… well… she’s blooming. Pregnancy must suit her because is she looking good and seems very content. She’s not quite as fast on the sand dunes as she was a few weeks ago, but is still enjoying getting out and about: a very social dog our Dora. She is currently lying at my feet, waiting for her tea — food and Dora go hand-in-hand, particularly at the moment. So on that expectant note I will leave you and go and feed my ever-expanding, black and white companion.
PS — Mandy took the photos as I am a rubbish photographer!
Well… we are into the last week of pregnancy. Mandy came over this afternoon and helped me put the finishing touches to the whelping box. I am so proud of that box… it’s amazing what you can do with several pieces of plywood, some softwood and a box of screws! Particular thanks must go to Finn, my extremely able 18-year-old son who acted as joinery assistant, general factotum and handyman — here’s hoping you’re around to make cups of tea when Dora goes into labour! And Dora… well… she’s blooming. Pregnancy must suit her because is she looking good and seems very content. She’s not quite as fast on the sand dunes as she was a few weeks ago, but is still enjoying getting out and about: a very social dog our Dora. She is currently lying at my feet, waiting for her tea — food and Dora go hand-in-hand, particularly at the moment. So on that expectant note I will leave you and go and feed my ever-expanding, black and white companion.
PS — Mandy took the photos as I am a rubbish photographer!
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