Post by hollycane on Jul 2, 2010 1:11:56 GMT
Chez Hollycane is in turmoil ce soir. In fact I'm so tired I can't see straight. The ickle "puppy" I bought at Cheshire Premier 2 years ago just gave birth to 3 stunning JR pups on my settee.
I had to fly to Amsterdam at 7.10am, teensy bit of an early start then. Flew back at 5.15pm straight in to another meeting at 7.30pm. Slightly stressed so few medicinal Dr Plymouth's required after said meeting. (Actually planning to crash at pals gaff, after surgically removing DKNY suit and Louboutins. Note to self "buy foundation garments")
At 11.30pm helpful neighbour who is checking on Hollycane household phones with breathless message that Twizzle is panting and, nesting. I reply, what's new? It's 11.30, bedtime, it's normal. However I feel desperately guilty and bribe a cab driver to take the trek to Chez Hollycane. I arrive at 12.15 am to find 3 perfect pups but slightly soiled sofa
Miraculously the Marigolds and old towels were not needed. Everything (and I do mean "everything" dahling) is cleaned up by the new mum and I can move straight onto head wetting. After checking new pups and moving al to a quieter, more comfortable place, I've cooked new food and little delicacies, sorted out fresh bedding and water and cooed over the new arrivals.
Now where is that Chablis...... I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. The smell of new puppies, the little sniffles and squeaks. The are perfect and string and suckling well.
Thank you Overatdaknee for your wonderful dad Fergus. Pics to follow
I had to fly to Amsterdam at 7.10am, teensy bit of an early start then. Flew back at 5.15pm straight in to another meeting at 7.30pm. Slightly stressed so few medicinal Dr Plymouth's required after said meeting. (Actually planning to crash at pals gaff, after surgically removing DKNY suit and Louboutins. Note to self "buy foundation garments")
At 11.30pm helpful neighbour who is checking on Hollycane household phones with breathless message that Twizzle is panting and, nesting. I reply, what's new? It's 11.30, bedtime, it's normal. However I feel desperately guilty and bribe a cab driver to take the trek to Chez Hollycane. I arrive at 12.15 am to find 3 perfect pups but slightly soiled sofa
Miraculously the Marigolds and old towels were not needed. Everything (and I do mean "everything" dahling) is cleaned up by the new mum and I can move straight onto head wetting. After checking new pups and moving al to a quieter, more comfortable place, I've cooked new food and little delicacies, sorted out fresh bedding and water and cooed over the new arrivals.
Now where is that Chablis...... I wouldn't be anywhere else in the world right now. The smell of new puppies, the little sniffles and squeaks. The are perfect and string and suckling well.
Thank you Overatdaknee for your wonderful dad Fergus. Pics to follow
