Pupdate Catchup: 3/20/18

        Let’s see if This Lady can help me catch you up on what we’ve been up to since Friday.
We decided that we didn’t really want to be St Patrick’s Day puppies so we told MamaCaly that we were going to come a day early.  Pretty sure we heard This Lady say that we weren’t going to be after our due date (our Mama says that she did all kinds of testing to make sure that we had the best chance of conception so she knew when we were due.  And since there were 9 of us, it wasn’t likely wed go late either). If we’d been a day earlier, Uncle Dr Brian (he lives with our great uncle Bagby so he is related to us in addition to doing all of the making of us) would’ve delivered us too but we weren’t quite ready (they checked because That Lady is like that).  It was ok, that other lady knew what she was doing and they talked to That Lady while we were being born so she’d know what was going on.  (She gets antsy when no one is giving her words but she tries to be patient when the people are busy doing other stuff, like taking care of us.)
Fortunately, although there was a LOT of activity -there were 9 of us after all - That Lady (excuse me, she just told me that she prefers to be called Mama by me and Aunt Mama by my siblings/other relatives) was kept pretty well informed.  They didn’t manage to keep perfect track of our birth order but since it was all pretty fast, it doesn’t really matter.  Here’s the important information:  There are 9 of us.  5 are girls, 4 are boys.  We are all wavy and one of the girls is brown (our MamaGator wanted to let everyone know she carries brown, they already knew our Daddy Jack did).  And, to their relief, we have minimal white.  A few of us have some white feet and white spots on our chests and several have a milk chin but most of that will fade.
We all had nice strong heartbeats; our cords tied off/clotted nicely; we were breathing well but one of us didn’t want to holler much at first.  Aunt Mama (I’ll call her that until we come up with a good way for y’all to follow who are the humans and who are canines) said that she couldn’t believe that a puppy of our Daddy’s would be quiet (apparently, one of his nicknames was Sir Barksalot because he sometimes had to tell people what to do).  They put us in a warm, moist box to wait for MamaGator to finish getting ready for us.  It was ok though because Aunt Mama had brought a tennis ball for us.  We created our own version of treiball/football/soccer and motored all over each other, the ball and the thermometer/hygrometer in there. We didn’t break anything though.
Someone called Aunt Debbie (she has our MamaGator’s little sister Tootsie and lives nearby where we were made and born) came to make sure  everybody was ok.  She’s so sweet, we hope we all get to see her more (I know I will since Aunt Mama and I will see her when I play water work)
When the MamaGator was waking up, we got to start eating.  We were all very good at that.  She was pretty sleepy but had made plenty of something called colostrum for us.  Apparently, it’s very good for puppies so we were good little bite havers and filled our tummies until they were round.  Then we all got gathered up and went for something called a ride.  This one took a long time so part of the time, we had snacks (more colostrum) and part of the time Aunt Mama held us so MamaCaly could rest without worrying about squishing us (we may be small but there are a lot of us and we were in the little pool for riding in the van). When we got home, we got to meet Uncle Daddy (who was very sick and couldn’t stay up to keep us company that night), GrammieSammie (she’s MamaCaly’s Mama) and Mama’s cousin Phoebe who has been keeping GrammieSammie company a lot since our Daddy went to the Rainbow Bridge.  (I need to stop talking about that because is makes Aunt Mama cry, she’s already been telling us a lot of stories abut what a good dog he was). Apparently, GrammieSammie didn’t care for being an only dog so Phoebe’s been keeping her company and learning how to behave ‘like she has some dignity about her’.  We think she’s going to be a lot of fun!
Since then, we’ve been eating and sleeping and growing.  We had long nails when we were born and although she cuts them a lot, they grow really fast.
When we were 3 days old, Aunt Mama started doing something we call Puppy Yoga but is also known as early neurological stimulation.  We also get something she calls a scent of the day but it’s never the same thing so she must be mistaken about that.
We’ve been getting visits from Aunt LeAnne (she’s MamaCaly’s mama) and Aunt Cindi so Aunt Mama can nap.  We make sure we are on our best behavior (unless they try to cut our toenails, we don’t always cooperate for that).
I think it’s time for the milk bar to open so I’m going to get in line.  We don’t stand on courtesy when it’s drinking time!