Posted 05-23-2004 at 05:54:15
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Sugar's pups are still stashed under the house. Last weekend I got a phone call from my daughter Jill while I was wandering around the grocery store.
"I found Sugar's puppies! There's only two left. The other three must have died."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I crawled under the house and checked. I brought the two that were left into the house and bathed them, they had fleas on them."
"Jill...when are you going to learn? You can't mess with baby pups or kittens, the mother could abandon them. You may have just sealed their fates by not only taking them away, but bathing them! Now they will smell different! Where are they?"
"In my lap." She admitted. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep my cool.
"Take them and put them back under the house right this second. And then leave them alone, okay?"
This has been bugging me all week, but I had to work everyday last week and had no time until yesterday to check on the situation. Yesterday, rather impulsively, I grabbed the spotlight and crawled halfway under the house, my heart thudding, terrified I was going to find two little carcasses of puppies who had had their mother's scent washed away from them with Johnson's Baby Shampoo.
I pointed the light this way and that, frantically trying to find any trace of those pups, wondering the whole time if they had their eyes open yet, how big they would be if I did find them intact. Finally I spotted a hump of honey-brown fur. Sugar. She was lying with her back to me. I spoke to her and her tail went to thumping, and she waddled around until she was sitting up, looking at me.
"Hey Shug! How's the little mama?"
Tail thumping harder than ever.
"Come here darlin'."
I had to get her to move to see if those pups were still there with her. Slowly she began to inch her way toward me. I could see nothing but the edge of the depression in the dirt where she had been lying. Then like a gift, up popped a little head, two tiny eyes blinking into the light. That's one! Then up popped another head, looking just the same, only with the fur a little lighter in color. Yay! They both survived the separation, and the bath! Their eyes WERE open and they were fat as ticks, so cute with their little pushed in puppy faces.
Just as I started to back out from under the house, up popped yet another head, and then another, and another. All five pups alive and accounted for!
It's stupid to get so worked up over a passle of silly puppies but that's exactly what I did. I swallowed around a lump in my throat and worked my way backwards out from under the house to find Fred standing at my feet.
"Well"? He asked.
"They're all under there... fat and sassy. All five."
"Good." He said, and grinned.
"Will she ever bring them out?" I asked chewing my lip.
"No. She will raise them under the house, Cindi. They will live their entire lives never seeing the light of day."
"Of course she will bring them out. When she gets good and ready." He said laughing, and walked away.
I can't wait. It's silly to get so worked up over a passle of silly pups, but that's exactly what I did... and will continue to do.