I mentioned earlier that Jinx is going to be a mommy and she is quite confused by the growth in her girth. She is still very playful and loveable; however these nightly visits to the food bowl or the garden are taxing to say the least.
6 weeks ag0!
I wouldn’t mind if she woke me quietly and gently.
I wouldn’t mind if she woke me quietly and gently.
Fiona will wake me with a sniff on the face or a small paw tap on the arm and I have the chance to wake up and respond without great haste.Jinx, how can I describe her version of waking me up? Picture a full force attack of the bubbly excited and overzealous type of wake up call.
TODAY
I am woken by her literally pouncing on my chest as I sleep the sleep of the dead. Her full body weight is behind the pounce and she then proceeds to drench me with her kisses and over whelming shows of affection. I am pinned to the bed as she holds me down with her paws, I try to move and use my legs as a lever to push her away so I can sit up.
She then becomes this jumping jack, on me, off me, as I try to sit up without being pushed back down onto the pillows. All the while she is trying to bite my toes, so I land up looking like an insect which has been overturned and is struggling to get back on its feet. A leg kicking frantically in the air for balance and dodging Jinx’s teeth as she now thinks this is a game.
I am not quiet when I do this extraction from the bed. I raise my voice at her and tell her
I am woken by her literally pouncing on my chest as I sleep the sleep of the dead. Her full body weight is behind the pounce and she then proceeds to drench me with her kisses and over whelming shows of affection. I am pinned to the bed as she holds me down with her paws, I try to move and use my legs as a lever to push her away so I can sit up.
She then becomes this jumping jack, on me, off me, as I try to sit up without being pushed back down onto the pillows. All the while she is trying to bite my toes, so I land up looking like an insect which has been overturned and is struggling to get back on its feet. A leg kicking frantically in the air for balance and dodging Jinx’s teeth as she now thinks this is a game.
I am not quiet when I do this extraction from the bed. I raise my voice at her and tell her
“Jinx this is not how you wake me, I do not appreciate it when you jump on me!” To which her response is slobber slobber slobber all over me. I then use that tone I have learnt to perfect over the years when talking to my animals
“NO JINX! Enough is enough”
This has no effect on her whatsoever; and I weave my way out the bed still struggling to find my feet. My body bruised by her pounces as this will have been the 3rd or 4th time she has woken me. I am sure my top half of my body looks like it has been in some type of accident as I have perfect paw size bruises in that region. Note to JINX. Lady Parts are not jumping Castles!
Jinx then scoots off down the passage after I have switched off the alarm and navigates her way past the passage door and waits not so patiently as I find the key to unlock the back door. Then she astounds me. She walks out, sits down on the step, scratches herself, looks up at me and does NOTHING! Nothing at all, looks up at me, wags her tail and gives me a lopsided grin.
I can nearly kill her as this is just not fun anymore. The only thing I can think of is these pups growing in her are a funny sensation for her and she needs to share this experience. I have prepared the room we sleep in with extra food and a larger bowl of water so when she jumps on me to go outside, I expect her to go and do her nightly business.
This has no effect on her whatsoever; and I weave my way out the bed still struggling to find my feet. My body bruised by her pounces as this will have been the 3rd or 4th time she has woken me. I am sure my top half of my body looks like it has been in some type of accident as I have perfect paw size bruises in that region. Note to JINX. Lady Parts are not jumping Castles!
Jinx then scoots off down the passage after I have switched off the alarm and navigates her way past the passage door and waits not so patiently as I find the key to unlock the back door. Then she astounds me. She walks out, sits down on the step, scratches herself, looks up at me and does NOTHING! Nothing at all, looks up at me, wags her tail and gives me a lopsided grin.
I can nearly kill her as this is just not fun anymore. The only thing I can think of is these pups growing in her are a funny sensation for her and she needs to share this experience. I have prepared the room we sleep in with extra food and a larger bowl of water so when she jumps on me to go outside, I expect her to go and do her nightly business.
She looks up at me with adoration in her eyes and I just tell her to get back into the room and stomp back down the passage. I climb into bed and she sits with her head on the bed and I pat her and rub her ever growing stomach in the hopes that I will miss the next hourly JUMP ATTACK.
While I watch her stomach grow, I remember Bern’s lovely and wonderful Sasha, more fondly known as Tatty.
She was expecting her first littler and we arrived home after a phone call from Sarah to tell us that Tatty had started her labour.
We rushed home and she was right in the beginning stages, just looking for a place to nest. We sat down next to her and made her comfortable in our lounge as this is where she decided she wanted to be on her favourite blanket.
After a few hours of being the midwives, I asked Caity to make me a peanut butter sandwich with some tea. I was sitting there and not really paying much attention for a split second as I was giving instructions on what to take out for dinner, when sweet wonderful gentle Tatty, took the peanut butter sandwich out my hand and chomped it down with an apologetic expression on her face.
We laughed as she had never been a food thief but obviously giving birth is a hard job and she needed nourishment. The labour took many hours and all she wanted to eat was peanut butter sandwiches. After many hours of panting with her and telling her she was a good girl as she gave birth to two beautiful male German Shepherd pups.
Tatty proved to be a wonderful mom but obsessed with keeping them clean and she would lick them right off their big pillow and she would not pick them up by the scruff of their necks like most dogs do.
One night while I was in a very deep sleep I was woken by Tatty on my chest nose to nose with a big loud Woof! I got such a fright as she was the gentlest soul ever.
I got up and she showed me she had mislaid one of her precious pups. She had licked Teddy - Pogglebee right off the pillow and all the way under the big old fashioned antique cupboards in our room.
This was the routine until we put up little barriers around the area she had chosen so the pups were not licked into the next room. She never picked them up by the neck, she would in her sweet way ask us to pick them up for her.
We also had a wonderful white German Sheppard, Fiona’s mother who craved tomatoes when she was pregnant. She would sit by the fridge waiting for us to feed her tomatoes. We got into the habit of buying her an extra pack of tomatoes to feed her craving.
We would open the fridge and she would help herself to one tomatoes as we had placed them in her “spot” in the fridge. Teddy-Pogglebee was the father of her litters and he was quite the devoted Daddy. He would sit while Nikita was giving birth and would lean in to greet every pup when she was finished cleaning them. Nikita had multiple puppies. The first litter was 10 and the last was 13.
Teddy-Pogglebee, who we called Big Boy would clean them and love them with such maternal love that we were amazed by this show of love. Nikita would leave the pups to do her run around the garden and eat and Big Boy would sneak in the room and climb into the enclosed area and lye with the pups and clean them and love them and as soon as Nikita returned he would scoot off as she was not very impressed with him coming near her babies.
I still marvel at the wonders of animals and their idiosyncrasies and their ability to love their offspring. Big Boy behaved like no male dog I have ever seen. He insisted on being at the births and meeting his pups as they came into the world one by one and every now and then he would lick Nikita as if he was giving moral support.
Nikita was like any woman giving birth…. She was not impressed with the male who had put her in this predicament and did not hold back when she showed him just how much she was annoyed at the turn of events. A good talking back to and a snarl when he tried to get too close to her just like a human being telling the father of her child that she blames him for all her pain and suffering "Coz He did this to her!"
One day one of the pups was too close to the pool area and he herded the pup in the opposite direction; calling for help with his loud pitched yapping.
We landed up with 6 German Sheppard’s, 4 of them Nikita’s children plus mom and dad.
Her one pup, Sam I already mentioned in a previous blog was so beautiful and large - this magnificent specimen of pure white German Sheppard. However he was all brawn and no brains. He was convinced he was as small as a Jack Russell and could not climb up on a bed. He would put his paws up and then fall asleep and slump off the bed in a loud thump and that is where he would sleep.
The only way he believed he could climb on a bed was to take a running leap onto the bed. This would result in the occupant of the bed being pushed out the bed as his speed and weight hit the bed. He would then snuggle into the bed and try to get under the duvet but all he would do is push the duvet to the bottom of the bed. Such a softy and such an adorable boy.
Sam truly believed if he could not see you as he was hiding his face in his paws, you were unable to see him – he would always be surprised when we said to him “Sam, we can see you, outside now!” When he stood on all fours he was higher than our kitchen table but believed he was still a puppy.
We have been blessed by many animals in our lives and there have been those really special one like Tatty, Teddy-Pogglebee and Nikita and Jessie who was our very muched loved CHILD Fox Terrier ;who were humans with fur. Very much a part of our family and who we loved dearly and still miss them to this day.
I still marvel at the wonders of animals and their idiosyncrasies and their ability to love their offspring. Big Boy behaved like no male dog I have ever seen. He insisted on being at the births and meeting his pups as they came into the world one by one and every now and then he would lick Nikita as if he was giving moral support.
Nikita was like any woman giving birth…. She was not impressed with the male who had put her in this predicament and did not hold back when she showed him just how much she was annoyed at the turn of events. A good talking back to and a snarl when he tried to get too close to her just like a human being telling the father of her child that she blames him for all her pain and suffering "Coz He did this to her!"
One day one of the pups was too close to the pool area and he herded the pup in the opposite direction; calling for help with his loud pitched yapping.
We landed up with 6 German Sheppard’s, 4 of them Nikita’s children plus mom and dad.
Her one pup, Sam I already mentioned in a previous blog was so beautiful and large - this magnificent specimen of pure white German Sheppard. However he was all brawn and no brains. He was convinced he was as small as a Jack Russell and could not climb up on a bed. He would put his paws up and then fall asleep and slump off the bed in a loud thump and that is where he would sleep.
The only way he believed he could climb on a bed was to take a running leap onto the bed. This would result in the occupant of the bed being pushed out the bed as his speed and weight hit the bed. He would then snuggle into the bed and try to get under the duvet but all he would do is push the duvet to the bottom of the bed. Such a softy and such an adorable boy.
Sam truly believed if he could not see you as he was hiding his face in his paws, you were unable to see him – he would always be surprised when we said to him “Sam, we can see you, outside now!” When he stood on all fours he was higher than our kitchen table but believed he was still a puppy.
We have been blessed by many animals in our lives and there have been those really special one like Tatty, Teddy-Pogglebee and Nikita and Jessie who was our very muched loved CHILD Fox Terrier ;who were humans with fur. Very much a part of our family and who we loved dearly and still miss them to this day.
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