here comes dasha and dexter and donatello and darby....

sounds like a freaking christmas song.

so..the parvo pups are here and i will admit they are pretty freaking cute.
but they are a pain in the ass. and..... i think i slightly broke one.

is rescue like a gift shop..you broke it so you bought it? geez..i hope not.

anyway...i had a plan in place for bedtime for them. i would make up their canned food and stick in their meds and place each individual bowl in a feeding crate with each individual puppy. and while they were eating their dinner, i would clean up their freaking mess. then they could come out and have a nice (and clean) romp around before settling to sleep in their beds.

it was a good plan.

all went well til i put them in their crates....donatello and dexter grasped the whole plan quite well and cleaned up their dinners in three seconds flat. dasha sat looking at her bowl and said, "i am not eating that canned medical food crap." darby had a freaking fit..."please open the door right away..i can't possibly eat when i am shut in here..hurry, hurry, let me out, my little heart is breaking..." (no that is not the part i slightly broke...that part comes later in the story.)

anyway..i stuck by my guns because i believed it WAS a very good plan. i cleaned up their mess, put down fresh papers..tossed out the blankets that they had pooped and peed on (come on you guys!!! no toiletting on the beds!!!) i washed the floor and filled up their dry food and water bowl and all was now ready for them.

donatello and dexter got out first cuz they had eaten their dinners. dasha came next and i sat down and held her on my lap and hand fed her. once she was done i put her down with her brothers and brought out little darby and sat down again to hand feed the last of them.
all was going well til suddenly darby decided she wanted to play with her brothers and sister. with one hand holding her bowl and one hand slimey with intestinal diet dog food, she launched herself off my lap before i could grab her.

she hit the floor on her right shoulder, lay there and cried piteously. OMfreakingG...i killed her!!!!
i scooped her up and kissed her all over and told her i was so sorry and she was pretty damn stupid. she licked my face over and over. i gently set her back on the floor and she sat there with her paw up in the air.

you have got to be kidding me...in my first thirty minutes with them..i actually broke one????? yvette was going to kill me.

i picked her up and set her on the karunda bed and tried to jolly her into forgetting she hurt herself. she rolled, she played, she whacked me with both of her front feet and she continued to lick my face.
sigh.

a few minutes later she was tenderly weight bearing...she limped over to the papers and had a pee and then limped back to the bed again and laid there looking at me accusingly while chewing on a toy.

i am not sure if her injury is just temporary..if she is still limping tomorrow i will take her into the vet.

yvette if you are reading this...if i broke her, don't worry, i will keep her..she is kind of my favorite now anyway.

apparently i suck in puppy care.