Buck Passer

I don't know if my boss is a nincompoop or just plain senile but he's definitely one you can count on to pass the buck. Ask anyone in the office and they would agree. Be it a failed trip or a failed job... big or small, it doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, it is your fault even if you followed a "full stop" order despite all your arguments. If you don't follow, you get a yellow flag.

I don't know how in the world he got the job because I'm sure not everyone in his career ever thought that he was the one who was always right and knew everything. Impossible!

Oh, wait! I DO know how... he's an azzkizzer, too!

Baby Bans is Gone

C'est la vie.

Sadness in the House

Baby Bans is in critical condition. Her chances are pretty slim. She has a tube in her mouth for fluids and is in incubation with oxygen. She's dying.

My heart is broken because I gave her special care. The old vet, Dr. Carlos, told me she needed special care 2 days after she was born and I gave it. She was fed every 2 hours and I held her close all the time to make her cold body warm. She was my baby. Her sisters treated her special also. They always seemed to let her stay in the middle where it was warmest. They curled around her and over her as if they knew she needed it. Cukay seemed to know, too. She always held her in her arms. Bans went to her Mum whenever she sensed she was in the crib. She crawled just as swiftly and strongly as her sisters so I said she'll be ok. Days went by and her lack in growth became more and more apparent. Today, they are eight days old and she is still small and frail just like a week ago.

She stopped feeding this morning so she was rushed to the hospital. I followed from my office as quickly as I could and I knew in my heart that I might lose her. The vets gave her emergency care and she seemed to do better. I joked that I will just kill her myself when I was preparing to take her home and that's when I noticed her pink snout was blue. She was dying! I wept like a fool and asked Dr. Alvarez to take care of her. She might have a better chance in ICU.

I whispered to her not to die and I promised I would give her plenty of treats when she's bigger. But I think it will not happen. I'm going to lose the little one. Que sera, sera. Old vet, Dr. Carlos, told me it happens and there is nothing we can do about it. Puppies with congenital defects die and if they did survive, they will not be normal. I wanted to tell him I would give her special care if she needed it but I figured he is jaded. He has seen too many pets die. He cares for the pets but if they cannot be saved, well, that's just how life goes.

I am sad. I am very sad.

Excitement in the House

My house was in an uproar and it all began last night. I noticed that Cukay was restless. She kept pacing and panting. She kept scratching at the floor by my side of the bed. She kept nestling against Jon. I worried that she was going to give birth soon so I said to myself that I will bring her to the hospital in the morning. I stayed up and read about whelping. I wanted to confirm what I knew - that she was exhibiting signs of whelping. I got the confirmation but figured she was going to give birth the next day.

At around 530am, Jon nudged me to tell me that Cukay was lying against him and wouldn't leave. I said just hold her because I think she's going to give birth soon. Suddenly, he held out his hand with some thick substance on it! I jumped up and saw that she was crowning! OMG!!! I quickly got dressed with the intention of rushing her to the hospital. Too late! The first baby popped out! What to do? I was panicky. I couldn't really see because I was panicking! I just tried to comfort her and remembered not to pop the sac until it was completely out. Never mind, I'll take her to the hospital during the pause in between babies. What pause??? Here comes another! OMG!!! Same process... wait... don't pop the sac... OMG!!! What do I do with the cord? Can I pull? I'm supposed to tie it with a dental floss... where is the floss? I couldn't remember! Call the hospital... ring ring ring... no answer! Everyone was awake by now and they all gaped. Shocked! Move, yaya! Everyone in the crib... and off we went to the hospital.

Whew! Doctor Alvarez was there and immediately got busy. He checked the babies and Cukay and prepared for the two that are yet to come out. I yelled I'll be back after I take a quick shower and he waved me away.

At 730am, Dr. Alvarez called to tell me that Cukay was not heaving and advised CS delivery for the rest of the brood. I quickly gave the green light and reminded him that she was to be spayed. All go for the babies and Cukay!


When I got there at a little past 8, the babies were out. Cukay was being stitched up. All the vets were in attendance. My baby girl was given the best care they could give. Wooohooo! Surprise! Change that to my baby GIRLS! All the babies are female! Wow! They all look like Chikoy. One has the exact same white band around her neck as Bawzer. ;p

I'm pleased they are all alive and kicking. They are beautiful. Too bad they are all female which means I cannot keep anyone or else my boys will mate with them. Incest! They are little angels and no one will be mine. :-/


So how are the boys treating the women in their family? They peer into the crib gingerly to check on the little ones. They patrol around it as if they know they are their helpless little sisters. For now, they are the macho men of the crib. ;p