Grammy Listened…

I’m sure glad that Grammy listens when I tell her stuff! For some reason, the back of the top of my box cover was left hanging all the way down inside of my box last night. Mercy somehow got around behind it, and I couldn’t get her out.

Finally, I went into Grammy’s bedroom and went up Mama OC’s ramp, got onto Grammy’s legs and walked up her body until she woke up (This was a little after 5 a.m. and she’d gone to bed at 4 a.m.) I kissed her face to make sure that she was thoroughly awake, and she realized that I wouldn’t be in there unless there was a problem.

SHE thought that maybe the ants had found us, so she hurried out of her bed and went in to look at the pups. She only counted 3, so searched until she found poor little Mercy stuck behind the cover. I had gone under the bed and tried to find a way into the back of the box that way, but the bottom of the bed is even with the top of the box, so I couldn’t get in to her.

As soon as she called me out and told me that she had found my explorer daughter, I quit scratching on the back of the box and came around. Boy, was I happy to see that she was ok. I checked her over and then jumped back into our bed and let the little one nurse to get her calmed down.

Papa made some comment about some dog named Lassie saying, “You’ve got to come!!! Timmy’s in the well…” He’s weird sometimes!

PS: Here are a few close-ups of the babies at 1 week old...