I got back from my Christmas surprise vacation to America to find six
new residents in the old compound living in a makeshift tent outside
my apartment. The compound event we'd all been
expecting/dreading/waiting for came on a day so close to Christmas Day
that it will be referred to as Christmas Day in all future
recollections of this story. Our dog Cookie gave birth to six ugly
little puppies.
She seems to be a good mother so far. Apparently she wouldn't let
anyone near them for the first three or four days. After a while she
gave up and let the guys who stayed here over the break check on them.
She seemed eager to show them too me when she greeted me at the gate,
but got pretty nervous when Daniel and I picked them up last night.
When I opened the door this morning, she ran inside, jumped up on the
couch, and passed out until noon. I think she was ready for a break.
Update after jet lag.
