The fat blob that was little Tagar has exploded... into four little mini blobs!
We suspected that Tagar might be lugging something more than just lard in that big belly of hers, but couldn't quite confirm if she as really pregnant. A trip to the vet just last week didn't confirm it either - Tagar got all frozen up when she saw the vet and he couldn't get a feel of her tummy.
We HAD hoped she was just fat. Tagar is barely done being a puppy herself to be having puppies of her own.
Plus I was going to be away for a week for Christmas, at my hometown a 3-hour flight away. Daddy will be caring for the tyrants single-handedly, in between his usual work schedule. It would be a handful for him if Tagar decides to pop during this time.
Well, she did!
On 5.40am on the day after Christmas, Daddy called me. "I see a pup! I see a pup!" He was waken up by Tagar growling at Togo, who was trying to nose around the newborn. Tagar had crawled under the spare bed in our room and pushed out the tiny one into the world. (Yes, the tyrants sleep in our room. Yes, the tyrants are extremely pampered dogs. Yes, we don't really care if you think we shouldn't. They're our dogs and we'll spoil them if we want too)
For the next few hours Daddy and Togo kept watch as Tagar pushed out three more blobs. She licked them clean as they came, whislt Daddy excitedly, anxiously and stressedly updated me. Poor Daddy had to handle a tired Tagar, four squealing newborns and a whole lot of mess all by himself. Oh, and he had to handle a very confused Togo too.
Tagar is fine and resting now. I hope Daddy is fine and resting too, but from the sound of it he's still prancing around anxiously, making a comforatable place for Tagar and the pups to rest and puppy-proofing our home.
Oh, how I wish I was there! I won't be back for 4 more days yet. What a long wait! I want to go home and cuddle my little Tagar for being so brave.
Daddy sent me a few pics to show me what I was missing.