This morning at 10AM I went upstairs to get a jumper on. I was up there for about 30-50 seconds. When I came down, Lady had chewed the Lactol feeding bottle! O_O She;s taken it off of the kitchen counter top, eaten the lid of it and completely wrecked the bottle bladder. :{ It was panic this morning. Drove into town, checked in four pet shops, two closed pet shops, Wilkinson's, and then, finally, Tesco's. I found an exact replicate of the first bottle. I'll have to get a picture of the chewed one. It's amazing Lady could chew that quickly. I can't believe she got on the side for it. It wasn't exactly a low side. It was a cooking counter top, the same height as an electric cooker top. Ayer seems so much happier. I gave her 7ml. of milk when I finally got a new bottle, and when she point-blank refused it, I made up a new water bottle and blanket for her to sleep in. She's currently on my lap, in her blanket, snoozing with her water bottle. Lady isn't happy. I don't think she appreciated the yelling and nose-shoving when I saw she'd chewed it.
"You bad girl!!" *Shoves nose on side* "What is this?!!" *Shakes nose*
"You are a bad girl! Get in with your puppies, you bad girl!!!"
B) Ii'm fairly certain she keeps giving me the evils from the kitchen.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Ayer and the bottle
I'll be posting some information on what I've done with Ayer to keep her alive these passed few days, with some pictures, just to clear up any confusion. Because I don't want to halt the feeding of any of the other puppies, there won't be much information on them unless they begin to loose weight -- if this happens, I'll be bottle feeding them, just like Ayer. But until then, it's just Ayer and Aero -- mainly Ayer. Aero's 16 ounces, Ayer's 12. It's not hard to see who needs more attention!
Ayer, Air, Prayer
Annie has been renamed to Ayer, pronounced Air- short for Prayer. Annie seemed to suit her less and less, and Prayer describes her perfectly. Seeing as her name had to begin with A, I simply shortened it.
Connection, perhaps?
Funny. Exercise eases your hunger. As does feeding something else. Ever since I emerged from my pit at 2PM, I've been feeding, caring for and keeping Annie warm. I've had nothing to eat or drink all day. I've just had a glass of water now, as I forget to drink quite a lot, but my dad's talking about Pizza for dinner, and I just realised how not hungry I am. There must be a connection between caring for something, and hunger.
Anyway, Annie is now accepting the Lactol without much protest. I'm meant to be going down to my nan's soon, I'm worried about how well the puppies will be?...Not even sure when we're going, but I can still panic, lol.
From 35ml. to 30ml in an hour and a half. Not bad, eh? Well, I'm happy. B)
Anyway, Annie is now accepting the Lactol without much protest. I'm meant to be going down to my nan's soon, I'm worried about how well the puppies will be?...Not even sure when we're going, but I can still panic, lol.
From 35ml. to 30ml in an hour and a half. Not bad, eh? Well, I'm happy. B)
Alfie Moon and Annie
Just fed Alfie Moon and Annie a quarter of an ounce of Lactol baby animal formula each. In the space of five minutes, they both drank the same amount. Annie is getting better, and Alfie is back with Lady. Here's a picture of Annie, for all those who haven't seen her.
Coke bottles, baby bottles and milk
Yes, you read correctly.
I'm sitting at my laptop, with a partially squished Coca Cola bottle, filled with 2lb. of boiling water. It's wrapped in a cut apart dog bed covering to stop Annie, the now 12oz puppy, from burning herself. And there is A LOT of milk. She drank 10oz. of Lactol baby animal formula this morning, but most of it went on the blanket. The blanket being my fleece jumper. I was finally smart enough to change the then-blanket into an actual blanket, so that I wouldn't ruin the remaining try spots on my jumper. Not that I'm wearing it before it's washed.
I'm sad to say that Annie seems to be doing worse. Lady keeps pushing her away, and I've had to ask my mum to bring one of my dogs down so that Annie will be cleaned properly. A damp wash cloth and warm tea-towel only goes so far. Yesterday, Lady was being a good 'mumma dog' and cleaning Annie whenever I put her back, but it didn't last. *Sigh* Thankfully Marco is a very interested dog. He wasn't at all aggressive toward the puppy, thankfully, and, although he was on a lead and being watched the entire time, actually snuggled up to Annie and kept her warm while I fixed up her "Hot coke bottle".
The Way didn't last long, either. Instead of sucking on my finger, she's now just resting it in her mouth, so I've had to just shove the bottle in there and let the milk trickle out slowly, or else she'll choke. **Sigh** The good thing is, after an hour of bottle feeding (I managed to empty a 3oz bottle in that hour- she drank it all!) Annie actually went back with lady and started drinking properly. It didn't last even five minutes, but she was getting more milk while I was re-filling her hot coke bottle.
Marco has now headed home with mum, and I've decided that I won't be leaving anyone down to keep an eye on the puppies at night anymore. I know that my dad probably did all he could to keep Annie fed and warm, but I'd rather look after the puppies at night. Annie started getting better, and then dad stayed down, and she went poof. Not that I'm blaming. I'm actually grateful for the lie in. I stayed in bed until 2PM. My cousin, Samuel, woke me. It was amusing. A series of "F*ck off"s and half-asleep punches took place before I decided to get up.
For the passed 9 days, my life has revolved around the 8 day old puppies. I went down when Lady was whelping, and then at 3:35AM the same morning, she had the first puppy, which was, oddly, the runt, who is Annie. So I've been at my uncles house just off of Yorkshire for 9 days now. I haven't seen friends, I've only seen my mum twice; once to walk the dogs, and once so she could bring Marco down to be 'mum' to Annie. I've been getting constant E-mails from 'Kelly' who is my "mentor". She's been helping me with the puppies, telling me what to do and what not to do. I was worried about using a hot water bottle, because you can't really feel exactly how hot it is, so she suggested an empty plastic drink bottle, not completely full. It worked perfectly.
Anyway, two other puppies are skinner than the other 6, but not half as skinny as Annie. They weigh just over a pound at 17 and 18 ounces, and Annie weighs 4 ounces under a pound. When I remove the six "Gremlins" from Lady in an hour, I'll have to bring one of the two under weight puppies in and feed him at the same time as I feed Annie, and then switch. That way, all underweight puppies will be getting enough milk daily to keep them alive, and the fat ones will be put in a small warm box (washing up bowl with hot water bottle and thick wool blanket...) to sleep. Hopefully it will work.
Sadly, the clocks go back tonight, so I'll be up an extra hour than I would have been yesterday night.
I'll be updating again sometime this evening, of course...Until then,
Eli & Annie, of course...
I'm sitting at my laptop, with a partially squished Coca Cola bottle, filled with 2lb. of boiling water. It's wrapped in a cut apart dog bed covering to stop Annie, the now 12oz puppy, from burning herself. And there is A LOT of milk. She drank 10oz. of Lactol baby animal formula this morning, but most of it went on the blanket. The blanket being my fleece jumper. I was finally smart enough to change the then-blanket into an actual blanket, so that I wouldn't ruin the remaining try spots on my jumper. Not that I'm wearing it before it's washed.
I'm sad to say that Annie seems to be doing worse. Lady keeps pushing her away, and I've had to ask my mum to bring one of my dogs down so that Annie will be cleaned properly. A damp wash cloth and warm tea-towel only goes so far. Yesterday, Lady was being a good 'mumma dog' and cleaning Annie whenever I put her back, but it didn't last. *Sigh* Thankfully Marco is a very interested dog. He wasn't at all aggressive toward the puppy, thankfully, and, although he was on a lead and being watched the entire time, actually snuggled up to Annie and kept her warm while I fixed up her "Hot coke bottle".
The Way didn't last long, either. Instead of sucking on my finger, she's now just resting it in her mouth, so I've had to just shove the bottle in there and let the milk trickle out slowly, or else she'll choke. **Sigh** The good thing is, after an hour of bottle feeding (I managed to empty a 3oz bottle in that hour- she drank it all!) Annie actually went back with lady and started drinking properly. It didn't last even five minutes, but she was getting more milk while I was re-filling her hot coke bottle.
Marco has now headed home with mum, and I've decided that I won't be leaving anyone down to keep an eye on the puppies at night anymore. I know that my dad probably did all he could to keep Annie fed and warm, but I'd rather look after the puppies at night. Annie started getting better, and then dad stayed down, and she went poof. Not that I'm blaming. I'm actually grateful for the lie in. I stayed in bed until 2PM. My cousin, Samuel, woke me. It was amusing. A series of "F*ck off"s and half-asleep punches took place before I decided to get up.
For the passed 9 days, my life has revolved around the 8 day old puppies. I went down when Lady was whelping, and then at 3:35AM the same morning, she had the first puppy, which was, oddly, the runt, who is Annie. So I've been at my uncles house just off of Yorkshire for 9 days now. I haven't seen friends, I've only seen my mum twice; once to walk the dogs, and once so she could bring Marco down to be 'mum' to Annie. I've been getting constant E-mails from 'Kelly' who is my "mentor". She's been helping me with the puppies, telling me what to do and what not to do. I was worried about using a hot water bottle, because you can't really feel exactly how hot it is, so she suggested an empty plastic drink bottle, not completely full. It worked perfectly.
Anyway, two other puppies are skinner than the other 6, but not half as skinny as Annie. They weigh just over a pound at 17 and 18 ounces, and Annie weighs 4 ounces under a pound. When I remove the six "Gremlins" from Lady in an hour, I'll have to bring one of the two under weight puppies in and feed him at the same time as I feed Annie, and then switch. That way, all underweight puppies will be getting enough milk daily to keep them alive, and the fat ones will be put in a small warm box (washing up bowl with hot water bottle and thick wool blanket...) to sleep. Hopefully it will work.
Sadly, the clocks go back tonight, so I'll be up an extra hour than I would have been yesterday night.
I'll be updating again sometime this evening, of course...Until then,
Eli & Annie, of course...
Friday, 29 October 2010
20 minus 15
Hooray! Little Annie, the 10 ounce puppy, drank 15ml. of Lactol this evening. From 11:10PM to 12:20AM she was drinking non-stop. I'm rather glad that she taught me the easiest way to bottle feed...She hasn't drunk this much milk in the 7 days she's been alive! Now that she's all full up, I shall be heading to bed. Thankfully my dad has volunteered to stay down with them today, so he can do the hourly swap for me. Until tomorrow,
Eli
Eli
Lactol-intolerant
So.
I'm currently sitting at my laptop. At my uncles house. With a 7 day old puppy, wrapped in a warmed up dog blanket. On my lap. A 1.2oz/35ml. bottle of Lactol baby animal formula sitting at the counter. Two bottle teats; one with pin holes, and one with a cut off tip. And a very sticky finger.
Yes, I have found The Way! Bottle feeding puppies couldn't be easier. Apparently, all puppies are Lactol-intolerant. Or rather, just Lactol haters. I don't blame them; it stinks. Vanilla? Bleh. Anyway. Who wants to go through the trouble of shoving the teat in the pups mouth and waiting for it to start sucking before squeezing and giving the skinny puppy a drink? Not me...Especially at 5AM. Although it isn't 5AM right now, I don't like bottle-shoving any better at 11:10PM.
It just came to me when I was picking up the 'easy-flow' teat from the kitchen counter. Annie starting suckling on my index finger as I was walking back into the living room. It was so simple. I mean, everyone who has to hand feed puppies complains that the puppies are always suckling their fingers because they're hungry, but refuse any puppy formula.
Solution:
Let the puppy suckle your finger, and then, using your dominant hand, put the teat of the bottle in it's mouth, and squeeze. You're not at danger of choking the pup, because it's suckling, so it's swallowing. It was so easy...And now Annie is sleeping, and I have another puppy to feed.
Until next time,
Eli
I'm currently sitting at my laptop. At my uncles house. With a 7 day old puppy, wrapped in a warmed up dog blanket. On my lap. A 1.2oz/35ml. bottle of Lactol baby animal formula sitting at the counter. Two bottle teats; one with pin holes, and one with a cut off tip. And a very sticky finger.
Yes, I have found The Way! Bottle feeding puppies couldn't be easier. Apparently, all puppies are Lactol-intolerant. Or rather, just Lactol haters. I don't blame them; it stinks. Vanilla? Bleh. Anyway. Who wants to go through the trouble of shoving the teat in the pups mouth and waiting for it to start sucking before squeezing and giving the skinny puppy a drink? Not me...Especially at 5AM. Although it isn't 5AM right now, I don't like bottle-shoving any better at 11:10PM.
It just came to me when I was picking up the 'easy-flow' teat from the kitchen counter. Annie starting suckling on my index finger as I was walking back into the living room. It was so simple. I mean, everyone who has to hand feed puppies complains that the puppies are always suckling their fingers because they're hungry, but refuse any puppy formula.
Solution:
Let the puppy suckle your finger, and then, using your dominant hand, put the teat of the bottle in it's mouth, and squeeze. You're not at danger of choking the pup, because it's suckling, so it's swallowing. It was so easy...And now Annie is sleeping, and I have another puppy to feed.
Until next time,
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