Ellie has been enjoying her life as a hopefully pregnant, spoiled bitch. Yup, I said it. ;) She's just lazying around the house, chilling with me on the couch, and eating table scraps. How is that any different than the usual? It's not. Every one else has the same comfort in turns. Loretta at the moment is passed out on her favorite couch (which is the love seat) and she is taking up the entire seating area. Karma is curled up on the bigger couch, and the rest have just found spots in the floor. Skipper, as usual, has found his nap spot by my feet under the desk. Once Ellie is out of heat, Shaine will be able to join the pack once more. I don't need any surprises in my litter, thank you.
While I give you an update on how Ellie is in my wishful thinking pregnancy, Skipper is doing very well in his ripe old age. He has lost a few teeth, and it has made it more difficult for him to eat, but he does so willingly when given the opportunity. I can tell it is becoming more painful for him to move around, but he isn't showing me any signs it might be his time so I'm giving him a while longer. He may not be able to jump up in the bed any more, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get up there once in a while with me.
Rose, who is only a year younger than Skipper, is also doing well. She shows a bit of arthritis, but nothing to be concerned about. She still barks and has all of her hearing and sight, wagging her tail this way and that.
Ta ta for now. If you are interested in a puppy, feel free to e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org.