Libby Lu is at a severe disadvantage. The low riding Belly rests on the ground during those private moments: “When No One Is To Watch”. Make that cold (-25C), snow packed ground and you can picture the poor ickle dachie-kins. But we had this all planned out for the summer of 2011, honest. She would come into heat in near the end of June (summer, warm, holidays) and whelp dutifully during our next set of holidays; also summer…warm…holidays… The idea of a miniature dachshund with an eleven month heat cycle was all Ms Libby-Lu’s; I reluctantly conclude we are still hung up on the summer…warm…holidays— (ach, stop whining, girl!)
Poor Libby, how could we do this to her. **The Belly** won’t even permit playing with squeakies. **The Belly** won’t allow restful repose. **The Belly** only allows two teeny orts of food at a time. **The Belly** demands puddle runs every 20 minutes. We won’t get into the regular invasive procedure with the thermometer: “We Hates, nasty Humans!” (temperature after the initial drop for her milk to come in remains around 100F) Today I must get things gathered up for sudden trip south vet wise, when The Belly declares it “Time”.
