Day 47: what do I do with two baby staffies?
Now I know what it is like to have kids.
I’ve been up seven times in the night cleaning up shit and piss and dealing with endless whining and I STILL find these baby creatures adorable. That’s why God makes little helpless things cute, right? So we can wipe up their poo. It’s nature’s greatest trick.
Today I take the two puppies, little Peanut (light brown) and ever so slightly bigger Poppy (dark brown) to the vet to get them checked over but for for last night I put them both in a special cage with water bottle and towels, fresh water and food and closed the door.
A few minutes later I was back. I gave in to those hopeless whines and had them by my bed on the floor on some towels. A few minutes later they were in the bed. Then on my shoulder. Poppy crawled up to my neck and slept in the bend under my ear.
I read somewhere that we have an instinct not to squash little creatures in bed – it’s natures second greatest trick, none of us would be here otherwise – but I kept opening my eyes with sleepy panic for fear I’d flatten Poppy into my left ear. I lay motionless, eyes blinking with a minute creature breathing into my collar bone whilst my hand was semi-clenched, ready to pick up wet poo at a moment’s notice.
The next day I awoke – or rather, just got out of bed for the final time – and I proved to myself what my friend’s with kids have always told me and which I never believed: that it is possible to stay alive on less than 4 hours sleep in a night and not go insane the next day.
In fact I still felt affectionate for the little poop making machines: I made a melodramatic movie of Poppy getting some sleep on the sofa. What a soft foster-dad I am. There must be something wrong with me.
Next stop, the vets.
Here’s hoping the best for both of them.