We took Mummy to the vet as she had sicked up an amazing amount of undigested food. A truly surprising amount. This meant that she was even thinner and wasn’t drinking or eating.
We had steeled ourselves for several minutes of the vet grimacing while he prodded the dog with the tip of his toe. What we weren’t prepared for was the vet’s pronouncement that Mummy is in fact a boy. Not only that, he is a mastin puppy, and a very high quality one at that – or at least it would have been.
So what a mystery!
But also what a concern. The puppies are very fat and well. We assumed that the reason that ‘Mummy’ was in such a poor state was because she was doing such a good job in looking after the pups. But, apparently not. The mastin is definitely a stray, but this made me think that the puppies aren’t stray and perhaps are just lost. We have put up a poster and been to the police and to a couple of bars. I’ll give a note to the children when we have class this week. I’ve also stopped trying to find homes for the minute to give it a few days to make sure that the owners don’t turn up.
The police said they could arrange to take them to the dog pound, however the mastin would definitely die, and the pups will make lovely pets, so I’d prefer to keep them here and find homes for them. But first we need to establish that there aren’t any owners. If the pups were thinner I’d definitely think that they were stray, but with such little fat puppy tums, I have a nagging doubt…