A few years ago, one of my friends who breeds amazing labs (look up Hawgback Labradors on Facebook) called upon me to dog sit a very pregnant dog while they were out of state. It was most likely that she would have her litter during her visit with me. Keep in mind that I had never helped birth anything before in my life. I’m not a vet, and I don’t even play one on tv.
They dropped Spooky off on a Saturday. The following afternoon she was on the couch (this was unheard of at that time but she was a guest) and she jumped up and there was something on the couch. It was a puppy. No joke. I put her in her delivery box and stayed up with her all night. We delivered nine healthy and beautiful pups. My whole house stunk. But, I was in love. I declared myself an auntie.
Recently we went to our friends’ house to help out with some minor things. They announced that they had the perfect puppy for us and they weren’t taking no for an answer. It only took one look for me to fall in love. And, when I learned that Spooky was the mama of this pup, it was decided.
I did ask that they name her. They chose Daisy. It didn’t take long before I added Doodle to it. I’m not sure why. It just worked for me.
So, we’ve increased The Barn by four feet. Let’s pray I survive the chewing and potty training phase.