My parent’s bitch, “Ted” just whelped. It was her first litter, and she had 3 live pups. Since the father is called Bill, they watched the film “Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure” in preparation. The dogs didn’t pay any attention.
After the first two plopped out (the runt was DOA), Ted apparently lost interest in the whole thing, and stopped. They took her down to the vets, who scanned her and saw that neither of the remaining two were even in the birthing canal. Lazy sods. After being given an injection, Ted managed to have them both in the back of the landrover.
So – the three puppies are called Rufus, Missey and Socrates. I look forward to the day when I can shout “SOCRATES” across a public park.
Going home to Wales on Friday to examine these microscopic dogs in person, and probably make “daaawww” noises.
Here they are:
