This is a special memory from my own childhood.
I was five and a half the summer Springy had her first litter of puppies. Springy was our first dog, a beautiful Springer Spaniel that my Dad had gotten about a year earlier. She would be the first of many Springers that Daddy would raise and train to hunt. I can remember when we first got her; my sister and I would carry her around in an old bushel basket. We just loved that dog but back to my silly story of the first time she gave birth.
My sister and I had gone out to check on her. AGAIN. We wanted puppies! Dad had moved her into a special enclosure inside one of the old sheds out back. He had lined the floor with hay and it had a special door that could be opened to let Springy out into an area outdoors that he had fenced for her. He wanted to be sure that he knew where those puppies were born. I remember opening the big door to the shed and there in the middle of all the hay was Springy – and she was throwing up puppies! At least that is what my sister and I thought was going on. In reality Springy was licking off the amniotic sack but it sure looked like she was throwing up puppies to us!
We ran back to the house to try to get Dad to come save the day. Daddy worked for Consumers Power Company and had been out all night restoring power after some lines went down in a storm. He would not wake up! We shook him and pleaded for him to get up – but he wouldn’t budge. I distinctly remember jumping on him and begging “Get Up!” He just rolled over and told us Springy would be fine without him.
I guess we must have finally given up and just gone back to see the new puppies. That is one of the things about childhood memories and growing old – you don’t remember all the details, only the highlights!