Thought I had better blog before my inbox fulls up with people wanting to know if Primrose is in pups. Yes, she is in pups.
This morning I had to be at the vets at 9.45am for her scan which is pushing it with dropping the children to school and returning home again to sort the dogs and get out to the vets at South Molton on time.
I thought I was going to make it on time, but as I got into South Molton I hit a traffic jam, so diverted out round South Molton and then running late, rather than risk not getting a parking space outside the vets, I parked in the car park by the livestock market and legged it to the vets with Primrose running alongside me on the lead. I was about five minutes late, explained why and then sat in the waiting room, waiting to be called by the vet.
The vet on examining Primrose confirmed she was in pups and could make out at least three fetuses and I told her that last time she was pregnant, when scanned I was told about three and she gave birth to six. The problem with Primrose is she is very neat in the tummy area and when being scanned, she tends to pull her stomach up, so making it harder to see everything that might be going on in her uterus.
After the vet had scanned her I needed to go to the bank, which was about a five to ten minute walk from the vets. Rather than put Primrose back in the car, I took Primrose with me to the bank, getting lots of passing comments of "Ahh !" and "Isn't she pretty !" along the way and waiting in line in the bank to bank a cheque, Primrose started to acquire a fan club of ladies queuing behind me. All of them had to speak to her and were surprised that she is nearly five years old and one commented on her lovely colouring, she is a very nice rich coloured Blenheim. Finally I got back to the car with Primrose, who seemed to enjoy her little trot around South Molton and all the attention she got and I thought, "Ain't I glad we live rurally, else I would take a long time to walk not very far with the dogs every day."
The photo below is me with Primrose and Toby the father of the litter Primrose is carrying. I had just got indoors after attending with my husband David, our oldest daughter Florries Summer School Musical Festival, as she is in the school choir and finally getting to vote on the way home, with only minutes to vote left. I'm off now to see if there's anything on the telly about the election. Lol
“The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him, and not only will he not scold you,but he will make a fool of himself, too.”
― Samuel Butler
Me (Jane) with Puddin' and Teagol, waiting patiently to flush a patch of kale, December 2019
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