Puppies and Gin ....

I really don't know whose the worse, my other half or the kids!!   2 Weeks ago, our dog had her first litter of puppies. To be honest, she coped so much better than the rest of us, and I've already had 3 labours myself, so felt I had a bond with her!! I'd spent a few nights reading up on what to do when the time comes and was ready with my towels and handbook...let the welping begin.  Only, when the time came, I'd just put the boys to bed and was sat on my bed enjoying a good book and a lovely cup of tea.  Not long after, my other half shouted for me, so I shouted downstairs to ask what he wanted.  He sounded a bit panicked and said the puppies were coming, so I grabbed the towels and handbook and made my way, leisurely down stairs. As he normally has a tendancy to exagerate, I was expecting to see that Chrystal had wet herself - or even him (hehehe). So, I came into the room and said, how do you know? To which, he pointed at the sofa (where they'd been snuggling together as I'd not been there to stop them!!) and there was this cute little puppy, all wet and slimy.  Mum, Chrystal, was looking at it a bit oddly then started to lick it, so nature kicked in and took over. I used the towel's to dry his leg and the sofa!!
It went quiet then, so we called the neighbours round to a bit of support and to keep us all going through the night.  The next one didn't appear till after midnight. The other half, Steve, and our neighbour had popped out front for a smoke, Chrystal followed for some fresh (??) air.  However, the act of standing and walking seemed to trigger the movement of another puppy, so next minute I was called for, with my towels to help catch the puppy outside. Chrystal was staggering around, looking like she was having a poo, and Sarah from next door, did an excellent job of catching the slippery little pup before it hit the ground.  Steve had been there with the torch, so passed it to me saying - Here, hold this. Which I did, thinking he was going to help, but no, he finished the sentence of with - I'm just nipping to the van for the beers, be back in a second.  So, there we were, a little shocked by the next arrival and even more so by Steve's sudden desire for beer!!!
Mind you, it did keep us all going, through the final 4 puppies and eventually hit the sack at 4am.

Ryan and Tom have been a bit lacking in material for me lately, so haven't been able to update the world with their little 'pearls'.  But today, was Ryan's day.  Nothing major, we'd been watching a tv ad about teabags, the old lady was saying how she bought them for her husband. She didn't like tea, she likes gin.  Me and Steve had a chuckle about that, then Ryan asked - What's gin?. So I said it's what old people drink to make them happy. To which he said - Is that what you drink Mum?....the cheeky monkey - he was serious too!! Steve laughed and gave him a hug, I just laughed and rearranged my hair to hide the grey.....