What's a nice dog like you doing in a blog like this? Part 2

We (my wife and I) decided to name the dog "Alli". She has markings that remind me of a Blue Heeler. I've always thought that Australia would be an interesting place to visit. Besides that, my wife's favorite menu item at Outback is Alice Springs Chicken. So, Alli is short for Alice. How perfect is that?

In the meantime we noticed that Alli was gaining weight and getting a little broad in the beam. It occurred to us that she might be expecting. And maybe that's why she was abandoned. Who knows? We hadn't taken her to the Vet yet so we were only guessing about it. Up to this point Alli didn't want to talk much about it. Every time I brought it up she would just get dog tired and fall asleep.




I decided it was time to have a serious talk with her and on a day off I loaded her up and took her for a walk in the woods along a creek that runs through the woods near our house.

I thought getting her out for a while in a relaxing setting might help her come clean about her past. We had a nice walk together. I enjoyed being in the woods as much as she did. Early spring wildflowers were abundant along the creek. As I walked along I thought how much I missed being in the woods and how long it had been since I had.


We came to a quiet spot along the creek. When I stopped Alli walked to the edge of the water and for a long time just sat there staring out at the moving water. I didn't say anything, I just let her reflect on the places she'd been, dogs she had known and how fate had brought her here.

Finally she turned and looked up at me and said, "I'm pregnant and I don't know who the father is".

After the walk in the woods there was a lot to do at my house. I built a whelping box and let Alli get used to it. It wouldn't be long before she would be spending a lot of time inside. Time flew by and before we were ready the big day was here.

The first puppy arrived!

Pretty soon there was a box of five.

When Alli was finished there would be seven pups. Six females and only one male. He was the last one and the only one we named immediately. "Lucky."

So now my chance meeting with a stray dog in town has resulted in eight dogs living in my kitchen and me having to step over a whelping box to get to the laundry room.

Did I mention we already had a dog? That's another story.