We put Pepsi’s whelping bed up on Sunday. This is basically a wooden box, lined with lots of newspapers and fleece called vet bed. Pepsi seemed quite happy to go into it and lie on her bed so with lots of “Good girl”, we thought we had cracked it. Much easier than Gracie who took several days to get used to her bed.
Gracie’s bed was moved into the hall and Dennis the cat was shut up in the utility room. So far so good.
that is… until we went to bed. 1am in the morning, I wake up to the sound of Pepsi wailing. And I mean wailing. Crying like a baby.
Wondering if she was having the pups, I charged downstairs. She was delighted to see me and wanted to go into the garden. Worried that she might have the pups outside, I went out with her in my dressing gown in the freezing cold. (I was told in the morning it was -8 degrees C!)
She came back in. We all went to bed again.
2 minutes later, Pepsi started wailing again. This time, I went down and moved Gracie’s bed back into the kitchen next to the whelping box, hoping that it would calm Pepsi to see Gracie near her. Gracie, bless her, who is normally the sensitive one who doesn’t like her bed being moved and doesn’t like change, she seemed to know that it was all in aid of a good cause and quietly went back to sleep right next to Pepsi’s box.
With Pepsi calm again, I went back to bed. Pepsi continued to wail for another 2 hours, at which point I either fell asleep or she did. Not sure which.
Mon evening, I went to see some friends for 2 hours. Paul stayed at home, dog sitting. Pepsi wailed all evening again. When I came home, she was so delighted to see me. It seems that she needs to know I am near to reassure her.
Thankfully, she did sleep ok last night… whereas I didn’t because I spent the night listening out for her.
Only 8 days to go now…. by the time the pups come, I will be falling apart with exhaustion.
Off for a nap now!
Jude. x
Look forward to seeing the puppies. x DAD