Copper is pregnant. Again. By accident. And I'm not one bit happy about it.
She went into heat in January when all the snow and sub-zero temps were going on. We were diligent to keep her and Kramer away from each other and had strict instructions that when anyone ever let them out to go potty, they were NEVER to be out together at the same time.... Weeeeeellllllll....... there was one day when I realized after about 30 or 45 minutes that they'd been outside - together. Suckola!!!!!! I didn't see any deeds being done, but then again, they'd had plenty of time to...you know...and apparently they did.
I've noticed that Copper had begun to look as though she was gaining weight. I didn't think much of it due to the colder weather and not as much exercise, but then it just kept increasing and a little nagging voice said "she's got puppies in there." I've been in denail for about 2 weeks. I've felt of her tummy and haven't really been able to feel anything. Until last night. I felt a dad gum puppy move. GRRRRR!!!! Given that movement and the undeniable fact that she's showing the obvious signs of being preggers, I can't live in denial anymore. We're going to have a littler of puppies sometime within the next few days, if my calculations are correct.
This is so not the time I wanted to have puppies! At least it won't be a hundred degrees outside and we won't have that to worry about. We don't have any major plans to be gone any time soon. And we're on spring break this week which is good for me to watch her and be right here when she goes into labor. But we're about to start fostering a child! I mean, for the love of Pete! And I've apologized to Copper profusely. I feel horrible for putting her through this again so quickly. We sure didn't have that planned for her. She WILL be getting an appointment made to get fixed as soon as this episode of puppies passes.
So, if you or anyone you know is remotely interested in a boxer puppy, let me know. Apparently we'll have some soon.