She is sitting next to me as I type.
Her breathing is faster than normal, due in part to the heat of the house, but part is the squirming mass within her.
Elsa is the jealous type. The one dog that will push others out of the way to get a pat if she thinks I’m not paying attention.
Elsa is the quintessential English Shepherd “leaner”. My recliner seems to pant from her breathing and leaning into it.
The whelping “box” is ready in Daniel’s room.
The dog house in the wood shed has a new arrangement with surrounding straw bales to protect and contain the new pups.
A snow storm is on its way… predicting 6 inches here. Hopefully we won’t get more like the 20″ they predict for Laramie, or the 24″ they predict for the Black Hills. Time will tell if the drop in barometric pressure will affect her like it does cows…
We’re on the downhill slide… two days and counting!
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