She had her pups!

Holy schnikeys it's hot outside. Thank God for all of the car temperature photo uploads on Facebook or I might not have realized just how hot it really is! I don't know why it's so thrilling to see triple digits on a temp but it is, I get jollies off it every time. It's almost comparable to reading the date 12/25 on my phone. Speaking of, Christmas is less than six months away! I am already way excited.

Well last night was a pretty intense night. Izzy went into labor around 3:45 a.m. in my bed. Since I'm extremely uncomfortable with anything birth related I sprinted her into my parents room. My mom immediately switched into birth coach mode and quickly made up a bed for Izzy in her closet. She ordered me to get a lamp so the lighting would be more "comfortable" and not the bright overhead lights that hang in her closet. I tried to remind my mom that this was a dog having puppies and not a Duggar or Tom Cruise but she was too busy already coaching Izzy with her breathing techniques. I kid you not, my mom was timing Izzy's contractions and saying things like,

"C'mon Izzy, you can do this! Just breathe and push. You can do this. Keep pushing! I had three, you're only having two, you can do this! Good Izzy!"

I jokingly asked if I should get ice chips. My mom seriously thought about this and said,

"Um, maybe? No, let's just get her some water. Go down and get her water, and make sure it's cold."

Do they have Lamaze classes for dogs?Because I'm thinking my mom was definitely taking some classes. She continued to encourage Izz even as the contractions got worse and Izzy transformed into a pregnant bitch, both figuratively and literally.

Mom: "C'mon Izzy, doing great!"

Izzy: "Grrrrrrr! Growlllll! You skank ass human how dare you do this to me! I had no idea that "play date" would lead to this! Grrrrrrr! Snarl!"

This went on for at least an hour. The birthing was not nearly as easy as they portrayed it on 101 Dalmatians. And the more I think about it, I really question whether that movie was true or not. Izzy could barely have two, I highly doubt any dog could have over 100 without the aid of fertilization shots or Envitro. And in that case those are some sick owners who would knowingly do that to their pets. Bullshit they didn't know what Cruella had planned. That's a puppy mill at it's finest. But back to Izzy, her first puppy began making its way down the birth canal around 6:45 a.m. I didn't stick around to watch the actual process. It was just too much for me, the tiny labor scene clip from Knocked Up still haunts me to this day. The next pup arrived around roughly 7:30 a.m. I peeked in sometime shortly after when my mom assured me all of the "cleaning up" had been finished, by Izzy not my mom I mean. Let's just say she won't be hungry for a week, again I mean Izzy. So the puppies didn't really look like puppies at first, I'd say more comparable to black Vienna sausages. They were so tiny, and slimy looking. Looked like something you'd eat at an Indian restaurant or on a McDonalds breakfast sandwich. But within just a few hours the puppies were already looking so much better. They're dark black with tiny little brown Yorkie features on their faces and paws. Izzy weighs 4 lbs, and the father only 5 lbs, so these are going to be teeny tiny little pups.

After the excitement of it all I've taken the day to relax by the pool. And since we all know it's so hot outside I can't imagine being anywhere but in the comfort of my parent's back yard. I'll be picking up Chris in a few short hours from the airport to continue the fun at his cabin in Fremont all day tomorrow and tomorrow night. But in the meantime I've got a few errands to run because Chris prefers that whenver I pick him up from the airport I not only go inside, but he also likes it if I'm waiting at the terminal with balloons and flowers. I'm dating a pretty special guy.