I have written of the Little Girl and how she came to our home. Well, now she has six babies and she is a good mama.
She gave birth to these six puppies, originally seven, but one died, in the pen we have for the dogs. She had moved them due to lack of shelter from the rain, and they were under our shed where we keep the riding lawn mower, some tools and dog food.
We received a lot of rain in the past two days and I guess it was starting to get a bit wet under the shed, so she had started moving them. I was in my office, and heard this frantic barking, whining, howling from a dog. I went outside, and headed in the direction and Little Girl came running toward me, then immediately turned back toward the shed. When she got on the North end of it she got down looking underneath, and she tried to get underneath, but could not. That was not where the puppies had been previously.
I went and got an old dog food bag, to kneel on and look under the shed; yes it was raining too; when I looked under the shed the dog whining; the puppy whining for mama; I saw it had crawled to a spot mama could not get to. I went and looked where the puppies had been, and there were none. So I assumed she had moved them to another location.
To make a short story shorter I moved the ramp I had in front, on the South side of the shed, and Little Girl crawled underneath, retrieved her puppy, and then took it to a drier location. I went down to the old barn to see where she had taken them, and I saw one lone puppy; so I knew I was close to the other four.
I had gone inside to get a flashlight to look underneath the shed to make sure she had them all; and while I was gone she took that last one to the barn. She came back toward me a much happier mama. Though it seemed she was looking for another one, and I thought of that one in the barn by its lonesome, and I went back to the barn, and found the other five now, and moved the lone one with the five, and all was well.
I never knew how much adventure a dog could bring into one’s life. We now have nine sources of adventure. I hope only for a while longer, then, back to three.
Flat Creek rose yesterday, but it was still in the banks. I cannot see it yet this morning, due to darkness, but I can step outside and hear it roaring and rolling along.
-Tim
Flat Creek Rolling 