Like most parents, Maggie frets if she can’t find her babies.
The fact that she is a dog and the babies in question are stuffed toys is incidental. To her they are her children, she loves them, nurtures them, and looks after them. They are never chewed, a little soggy and smelly perhaps from maternal constantly cleaning, but they are hers, and she loves them.
When we were in the cottage she brought them all to bed and tucked them all around her.
At 2am or thereabouts, one fell off the bed and it was a very panicky time indeed as she was fretting about in the dark trying to find it.
Ourselves now disturbed, we turned on the light and began the hunt to try and pacify her.
If you believe dogs can’t count, you don’t know Maggie. She knew how many babies she had, and nosed them all two or three times just to make sure they were all present and correct. Then she tucked them under her, nosed them all again, and snuggled down to sleep.
We were of course wide awake by this time. Our turn to fret as sleep evaded us.
Photo: Maggie and her new babies.
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