I have been very worried about Maddy for almost a week now, as she has not been eating well at all. She hated the tinned food I gave her last week, and won't go near biscuits, so it has been back to the grindstone cooking everything from scratch and hand feeding her.
Her walks are getting more sedentary, but she still gets excited and only today had me flat on my face whilst trying to kick her plastic toy. A few cuts and bruises only to be expected, but it was a shock for my old creaking bones.
My butcher is now getting the right idea, as he allows me to buy the liver and mince in smaller packs. The last time when I bought in bulk, there was nowhere to put my own food - the fridge-freezer was chocka block, but we are fine now, with special compartments for the dogs.
Maddy has her feeding nipples, but still doesn't seem that large to me, but then I see her every day.
I shall post some more pictures of her and Alfie taken only yesterday and see what you think
19 - 21 days to go before the birth. Everyone's guesstimate differs, so we will wait and see, but I am hoping she puts on a little more weight in the next three weeks. It isn't for the lack of trying I can tell you.
They are both asleep at my feet again and I somehow have to work, but they will not leave my side even for a second. If I move, they move. Even to the point of when I go to bed, they wait outside the door and know when the time has come to calm down.
Alfie is beginning to get a bit more sensible and is now as much a part of the family as Maddy, his soft brown eyes telling us when he's bored or excited, or he will just plonk himself on your lap when he wants a cuddle. Typical male.
It's weird, but he didn't seem to miss his previous owner for long, and I find that strange, as he only lived a few minutes away.
Most dogs would have gone awol by now, looking for their owners, but not Alfie. Do you think I spoil them, maybe that's it, or is just cats that go back to their previous home????
I will endeavour to write daily from now on, as I can't remember day to day when I leave it, but having been so busy washing all my bedlinen due to Alfie's black feet marks, and all of my wooden floors, it is hard work keeping up with it all. He really is a sod when it comes to trying to make as much work a possible, because when he's dirty, he shakes his coat all over everything and then massages himself on the sofa or traipses Chris's or my bed if I inadvertently leave the door open.
Deep Joy, but we wouldn't be without them.
Speak soon.
Her walks are getting more sedentary, but she still gets excited and only today had me flat on my face whilst trying to kick her plastic toy. A few cuts and bruises only to be expected, but it was a shock for my old creaking bones.
My butcher is now getting the right idea, as he allows me to buy the liver and mince in smaller packs. The last time when I bought in bulk, there was nowhere to put my own food - the fridge-freezer was chocka block, but we are fine now, with special compartments for the dogs.
Maddy has her feeding nipples, but still doesn't seem that large to me, but then I see her every day.
I shall post some more pictures of her and Alfie taken only yesterday and see what you think
19 - 21 days to go before the birth. Everyone's guesstimate differs, so we will wait and see, but I am hoping she puts on a little more weight in the next three weeks. It isn't for the lack of trying I can tell you.
They are both asleep at my feet again and I somehow have to work, but they will not leave my side even for a second. If I move, they move. Even to the point of when I go to bed, they wait outside the door and know when the time has come to calm down.
Alfie is beginning to get a bit more sensible and is now as much a part of the family as Maddy, his soft brown eyes telling us when he's bored or excited, or he will just plonk himself on your lap when he wants a cuddle. Typical male.
It's weird, but he didn't seem to miss his previous owner for long, and I find that strange, as he only lived a few minutes away.
Most dogs would have gone awol by now, looking for their owners, but not Alfie. Do you think I spoil them, maybe that's it, or is just cats that go back to their previous home????
I will endeavour to write daily from now on, as I can't remember day to day when I leave it, but having been so busy washing all my bedlinen due to Alfie's black feet marks, and all of my wooden floors, it is hard work keeping up with it all. He really is a sod when it comes to trying to make as much work a possible, because when he's dirty, he shakes his coat all over everything and then massages himself on the sofa or traipses Chris's or my bed if I inadvertently leave the door open.
Deep Joy, but we wouldn't be without them.
Speak soon.
