When our rotveylershi Gerda, was born first in her life and our puppy, she jumped back in horror from it, and whined piteously. I thought nothing then everything should go wrong. But after the birth of the second, third, following all repeated. She hovered anxiously around whining and barking. I had to clear them from "afterbirth," dressing the umbilical cord and to free the airways, causing them to breathe strength.
Then we tried to shove them under her udder and give them first sip of milk, which was dripping profusely from all the teats. Gerd shied away from them as a stick, sometimes rejection passed into aggressiveness, she growled at them unreasonable, seeing them as an incomprehensible threat. Nothing I kept saying, soon wake maternal instinct and she changed his mind. Nothing of the sort, one which I tried to shove, what would she licked it, recognizing in it own child, she tsapnula. Left it with them for five minutes, returned.
O horror! Gerda is worn on the site; blind, still wet puppies, heart-rending wailing, creeping along the sand in the enclosure. No persuasion on her failure to act. Neither threats nor request. She did not want to acknowledge their children. Here I am sad. Had to solve a dilemma: to find the mother or the puppies to become a mother myself. Experience whatsoever. But mom, too. A puppy is not going into my anguish, the food is getting louder and louder. They wanted to live! And that, at the moment, meant only one thing, they need eat! No less terrified wife, was frantically search for bottles and nipples, which are of – for lack of small children at home, not be.