Welcome Boo Who Pups - Bet

Whew everybodies!  We're just chock full o' puppies here at North Wapiti!

On Monday at the ungodly hour of 1am (please note, I was fast asleep in bed keeping the Musher's side all warm and toasty), Boo had her first puppy!  Unlike Tramp, who was all business like and shooting them out like a machine gun, Boo decided to take her sweet time with delivering.

Just when we thought she'd had all she was going to have... a few hours later PLOOP, out comes the last one.  We kinda hung around and didn't say anything because who knows if she'd ploop out a few more, but apparently that was all she had, for a total of:

2 girls and 2 boys.

Who's the daddy?  Not a clue, seriously... its a grab bag of puppies here, so we reached out to Jerry Sousa, whose lead dog apparently... well... you know... to find out which dog it was.

Apparently Boo's "boyfriend" was a dog named Maverick and he's from Jerry's Top Gun litter.  Maverick's father is from Paul Gebhardt's Governor (please note, not Paul's actual Governor of his state... we wouldn't want to start any unseemly rumors... Governor was the name of his dog).

So, there will be DNA testing done to find out who their daddy (or daddies) are and we'll go from there... but regardless, they are adorable and don't squeak as loud as the Cramplings.

Here are all 4 of them after they'd been (urp) cleaned up a bit more.  Please note the one on Boo's tail.  Yes, we are actually obtaining a DNA sample from Wayward D. GPS... just in case.

Boo and the Boo Whos are in their little nesty den in the garage area, and the Cramplings are still in their back room spot with the Crampling Cam.  If you are watching (the Crampling cam is at the top right hand side of this blog) you'll notice they're getting a bit more rambunctious and feisty.

The Musher and Musher Mark still haven't decided on a theme for their names, so I'm just playing it safe:

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

Puppy Shower Party Thing (and stuff) - Bet

Howdy Ho everybodies,

I bet it comes as no surprise that the diaper cake thingy was a complete disaster.  Luckily it just melted all over the rather expensive baking dish thingy that had been in the family since who knows when and is now being used as a decorative thing in the trash.

Once again, that pesky language barrier thing got in the way, and instead of BAKING a diaper cake, you are suppose to take diapers and pile them up to LOOK like a cake... which is confusing.  I really wish the interwebs would explain things a bit more.

Speaking of explaining things a bit more, I was completely horrified when I started reading all about the role of a mid-wife.  I thought that was something else I was expected to do.  The Musher kindly explained that Tramp would do all of the work and I probably wouldn't even know the puppies were being born, and what a relief that was!!!  There were words in the mid-wife thing that were downright scary!  Stuffs about breaking water (I never knew water could be broken, I'll have to try that sometime when the hose is out), and then something about a oogie plug thing... urp.  Here's a hint:  don't read stuffs about birthing things when you're eating.

So... back to this shower party thing that I'm suppose to throw for Tramp.  Apparently its not even really a party, but more like a "get stuff for the mom for when the puppies arrive" kind of thing.  Hmmm... this means I have to come up with a useful gift.  I really don't have that much stuffs... and things.  Just my fashionable ensembles, my collar, and some money I've saved up.  Plus, what sort of useful thing could Tramp use (except a muzzle) for when the puppies arrived?

I dug around and found her something in the Musher's closet

Ok, its not very useful, but its pretty!  Plus later on the pups can use it to teeth, since its made out of really nice and tasty leather stuffs.

The MOST useful stuffs I made while everyone was out doing mushing stuffs... and things!  I'm very proud of my handiwork because I used only renewable resources... renewable as in stuffs I found laying around the house.

The biggie big thing about this whole whelping (which is the same word as giving birth) thing is the cushy whelping box where the puppies are born.  Its suppose to be soft and comfy and safe for the puppies, but allows momma Tramp to get up and out to do her things and stuffs without the puppies trying to follow her.

In the past, the Musher has used something like this:

Ugh, seriously???  A kiddie pool???  That doesn't look comfy, soft, and safe!!!!!  It's so plain!  It's so boring!!!!!  It's so non-fashionable!!!

That will not do, so my gift to Tramp and the soon to arrive Cramplings was a new custom-built, state of the art, fashionable and cushy whelping box!

Now that's what I call a classy whelping box!!!!  I glued M&Ms to the outside, cut out a bit of the Musher's bed to put in there, and made the mobile with cotton balls and cheese I painted black for the baa baa sheepie things faces!

SHHH!!!  Don't tell Tramp about it yet, its a surprise.  Also don't tell the Musher about the square in her bed... she'll figure that out tonight I'm sure.

- Bet