'Twas the
night before whelping, if we figured it right
Sixty three
days, this must be the night,
The box and
the tools were laid out with care
In hopes that
a litter would soon be there
Our girl was
nestled all snug in her bed
Every inch
of paper torn to a shred
And Mum with
her coffee and I with my beer
Were taking
bets as to when they'd be here
When from
the next room there arose such a great clamour
"Do
you think this is it?", I asked with a stammer
"It
must be" said wife, as she scanned through the book
"We'd
better get in there and take a look"
As we raced
through the door, our girl gave us a smile
This was
pain number one; it would still be a while
It was our first
time and I think she knew
Cause this
happened eight times before we were through
By 3.00am we'd about given up, when low and
behold
There came
the first pup
With white
gown and tools, I felt pretty racy
My wife
told me latter, I looked like Ben Casey
With
eagerness and confidence we were poised to help
Then stood
there amazed as she delivered the whelp
We studied
for months, and read many a book ...
Two seconds
flat, that's all she took
The first was
a bitch, a Champion for sure
I could
tell at first glance, why she had furnishing and all
And eat, my
lord, you should have seen her scoot
I think she
had a radar built into that snoot
As we stood
there admiring this pup so new
Our girl very
quietly had pup number two
A dog, just
as cute as can be
"Two
Champions!" we shouted and jumped with glee
From this
point on, it was like Christmas toys
More little
girls and more handsome boys
For six
long hours with hardly a pause
Our girl
came through like Santa Clause
When
finally it stopped and there were no more
Mum and I settled
down to count the score
Believe it
or not, our little mate
Had given
birth to a healthy, hungry eight!
We paused
at the door for a final look
It's a picture;
believe me, right out of a book
With a
tear, Mum said, "It's quite a sight"
I sniffled
and said" It's been quite a night"
Our girl
and her charges settled down for a rest
It was hard
to leave that bustling nest
Finally
turning to leave, you could hear us both say
"We've
had our good blessing, this whelping day"
(Author
unknown)
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