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So, at lunchtime, I start to go through the puppy routine: out of the pen, feed them, water them, get the pen cleaned up, feed Ty take Ty for a run, and do all this before they shred the office into a billion pieces. And partway through, I look out the window and on the lawn is another pen that the Humane Society gave us. It's too big for the room so I just have it set up out there in the back.
So, what the hell, I take them out, two by two, and plonk them in the pen, then take their food out, then take Ty for a good long chase of the ball, then leave her out there while I go get her food and clean up the pen (after a while this starts to sound like that brain teaser: "A farmer has a duck, a fox, and a bag of grain ...").
Once all the chores are done, I look speculatively at the pen. "Hmm," I says to myself. "Hmm, indeed," I answers. "Let's see what happens ..."
I opened the pen.
Puppies spilled out into the yard, scattering in twenty different directions (I know, only eight puppies, but that give you an idea of their attention span). I look at this mess and think "This might have been dumb ..."
And Ty leapt into action.
OK, I have no idea what normal is - I'm sure all mommas with a brood are protective. But damn - did she ever MOVE. It was incredible to watch.
Ophelia starts trotting off towards the garage - Ty bounds over and flips her around with her nose - the behaviour that until now I've been calling "Puppy Tipping", thinking she was just playing. It's not play at all.
Caesar makes a break for the driveway - Ty's already got him cut off, a quick flip, he's heading back, Desdemona's bolting for the garbage cans but Ty is already on it and herds her back just as Juliet and Othello lay rubber for the apple tree but she's two steps ahead and drags them back in just in time to see Ophelia head for the deck ... well, you get the idea.
It was amazing to watch - this dog a blur of motion, not one movement wasted, everything focused on gathering and protecting her pups. I stood there, immobile, just watching the show and I will HAVE to get video on it next time because it was just an incredible display of athleticism, savvy, and a mother's way of seeing out her eyes, ears, and back of her head.
As I stood there I thought "Man, I am going to miss this." But then I took them back into the office and Ophelia went to my chair, had a big dump underneath it, stepped in her own shit to grind it in and track it around a bit, and I thought "Man, I am so NOT going to miss this."