The Week or Something of the Interwebs in review - Bet

Howdy ho everybodies!

You'll be pleased to know that the Musher and I had a chat last night where I made it very clear that I don't want to be shaved, dyed, poofed up, groomed, or have a bow in my furs, and she stated (for the record) that she had no intention of doing any of those things.  I now feel confident enough to stop hiding and go back to my normal routine.

Which is a hugey huge relief because you wouldn't believe the size of the fluff bunnies hiding behind those curtains... the size of large elk!

Anyhoo, here is the week of the interwebs review for the week... or so... something.

The Cramplings are growing like weeds and are very strong thanks to the exercise program their mother has put them on.  I hear they are going to be lifting weights (which is why you see the rawhide bone in the pool).

The Musher and Musher Mark have been debating on names again.  Yes, yes, I know, the last we heard the Cramplings would be named after board games, but since yesterday was that silly Star Wars day thing (May the 4th be with you... seriously?), they were thinking of naming them after Star Wars characters.  I have nothing to do with that, so send your complaints to the Musher. 

For all I know, since today is some Cinco de Mayo day, they'll want to name the pups after types of sandwich spreads... Haw Miracle Whip!  Gee Helman's! 

Oh wait... I've just been informed that the 5th of May is not the international sandwich spread holiday, but has something to do with drinks derived in Mexico because some battle was won... Gee Dos Equis!  Haw Corona... yep, I can see it all now.

ANYHOO!!!!!

The Musher saw a picture of Greta, who is Helen (who smells of cookies) Handler's dog fetching a tennis ball on a beach, and she started asking me why I don't fetch.  Well... A.) We don't have a beach... duh, and B.) unless its fleecy and says baa, or is a Pretty Curly Tail puppy, I don't see the whole point of running after a drool covered, then drool and sand covered tennis ball, only to have you throw it again.  I will fetch some shrimp with fettuccine, but it'll only be a one way trip into my stomach.

Then someone posted this on the Musher's Facebook page:

Then the Musher started asking me why I didn't guard her bike or ride on the back of it like this clever dog...

First of all I must insist that all of you stop sending the Musher clever dog videos because it's putting way too much pressure on me. 

Secondly, we live in the middle of nowhere, so who is going to steal your bike?  I've also heard that they've invented these really handy thinks called: LOCKS

Locks don't require bathroom breaks or their own frappucinos, and locks also won't fall off the back of a bicycle and hurt themselves.

Besides, I've told you a zillion times that I'll ride on the bike with you if you just put one of those cute little baskets on the handlebars, but I would also like some stylish doggles and a scarf to blow in the breeze.

Ok, now where was I... oh yes, the week or something on the Interwebs.

The Musher got the Pretty Curly Tails out for some runs this week.

Here is the BRILLIANT Todd in lead (of course he's brilliant, he's named after my Richard).

Here is a picture of the gigantic and strong Fletch next to Irving

I went along for the ride, but decided to run next to the quad because I need to get into shape for the Cramplings.

I have to admit that during the whole (dog) years of Iditarod following and blogging, I was getting a bit out of shape and have somewhat of a spare tire to get rid of... it was all of that peanut butter.  I've put myself in a rather rigorous exercise program to get back into shape.  What with Tramp making sure the Cramplings can pull a sled the moment their eyes open, I have to make sure that I'm equally as fit so I can chase them down and get them back to the house when needed.

oh hey what?  Ooooh, its dinner time.  I heard we're having lasagna... what?  A border collie needs some carbs for bulking up!

- Bet

Introducing the Cramplings - Bet

Whoo boy, howdy ho everybodies, its been a very, VERY exciting night and day!

Things just moved so jiffy quick that this is the first opportunity I've had to blog about the whole thing, when I wasn't dry heaving into a bucket.

For those of you not in the know (and how could you not know!) Tramp started giving us the "I'm about to birth some babies" signs yesterday.  The Musher and Musher Mark whipped into high gear because Tramp is such an efficient mother that when she says it's time.... IT'S TIME!!!!!

Even though I was around for the Trampling's births, I wasn't allowed in the back room when it all happened.  I really wanted to be a good Aunt and be a part of the whole thing, but the Musher told me that Tramp knew what to do, and having me around might be a distraction, and I'd try to get into all of the pictures with the puppies, and blah blah blah, I wasn't having any of that this time.  I insisted that it was my sworn duty as the official Aunt of all North Wapiti Pretty Curly Tail puppies that I be in the room for the actual whelping.

So, while the Musher and Musher Mark prepared the whelping box (and please note, they totally disassembled my wonderful comfy whelping box and put that silly plastic swimming pool in the back room... harumpf), I kept Tramp company in the house.

Um, no Tramp, that isn't your whelping box.  It doesn't even look like a box, its my couch.  You can't have your Cramplings on MY couch... seriously... no really seriously.

Um, ok, now really REALLY seriously you can't have the Cramplings on MY cloud.  No, I'm pretty sure the cover is washable, but you can't have them there, that's my cloud.  Um... why does it need to be washable?

While I was still trying to figure out why the cloud needed to be washable, Tramp sauntered into the kitchen and ate my leftovers!  Um... ok, fine, she's in labor and all, but... I was saving those for later in case things took a long time.  Sigh.

Minutes later I found out WHY it needs to be washable.  OHMYGAH!!!!!

Did everybodies know that stuffs and things came out WITH puppies?  THEN WHY DIDN'T ANYBODIES SAY ANYTHING?????

We barely got her into the whelping pool and ya know what... a pool was totally the right thing for all of that stuffs and things going on... I stand humbly corrected on that I tell you what!

Being the good mom she is, Tramp quickly cleaned each little Crampling that came out.

First came Crampling #1, a little girl curly tail that is the spitting image of her father Crunchie.  Before anyone asks, we know that the father is definitely Crunchie.  The Musher actually let them do a little... um sumthin sumthin before the whole Iditarod thing, and there's no way any of the hijinx on the trail could have played a part in this because of the whole timing stuffs and things... and junk.

Anyhoo!  Before we knew it, here comes a Trampie looking little girl pup!

#3 was a really, really black boy!  I was almost getting over the whole... oogie experience because she was just shooting out puppies rapid fire (did I mention there's a smell... urp).

#4 was a dark grey heavy masked boy... awww, he's really cute too and came out screaming just like mom!

#5 was a Tramp colored boy, and #6 another Tramp colored boy!

We thought that was it, but then here comes another little girl that looks just like her dad!

That's 7 total Cramplings!  3 girls and 4 boys!!!

I don't know if it was the excitement, the visuals, the smell, or the fact that after having given birth to 7 wonderful little squeaky curly tails, Tramp got up and ate a big meal like nothing unusual at all happened... well, I threw up in a bucket.

But we do have a winner in the Crampling Puppy Pool!

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Looking at the happy family now...

They are cute and adorable and clean and soon I'll be herding them and teaching them all sorts of cool Auntie things... I think that I'm more cut out for just being the good Aunt that takes charge after they come into the world.

Tramp is a good mom and she can handle that whole whelping thing without my help.  I think when it's Boo's turn... I'll stay out in the yard.

The Musher and Musher Mark are thinking of calling them names of games.  So far the Musher's favorites are: Scrabble, Puzzle, Twister, Sudoku, Yahtzee, Checkers, Clue, and Trouble.

Trouble?  Seriously?  Look what happened to Tramp, and you want to call one of the Cramplings "TROUBLE".  I'm doomed.

- Bet