So she went into my closet and dug a hole through the drywall. If I let her out of my sight, she was right back at it.
I was up with her most of the night, she was frantic. My husband took turns with watching her, we could not leave her unattended.
The poor dog couldn’t relax and go to her whelping box. If I took her outside, she tried to dig a den. I had to keep her by my side and on a leash all day. She was so upset, she could not stop panting and trying to go build her nest.
Finally, we came to a compromise. My husband cleared everything out of his office closet, and we laid down a whelping pad. It was small and dark, just what she wanted. She seemed happy as soon as she walked in and sniffed around.
Within moments, she delivered her first little girl, all she needed was a place she felt right in.
Soon, there were a couple more babies. Honey’s mood was nurturing and calm. All the frenzy of the last 18 hours was gone.
Once she got into her groove, we bundled the babies in a towel and transferred them into the previously unacceptable whelping box, which she was fine with now.
The box was much better for her than the closet, and at this point, she wasn’t going to argue with me. She was busy caring for the little ones and having a few more.
Honey was doing great and so were the pups. She didn’t need my help one single time. I was just there for petting and moral support.
Five girls and boys girls, all red with white markings, came quickly, safely, and efficiently.
For having such a rough start, she certainly turned it all around. It ended up being the most simple delivery I have ever seen from one of my dogs.
And now, we are all getting caught up on the sleep we missed last night, and counting our blessings.