We were very much enjoying last night’s film Eric and Ernie right up until the point that got a callout to a dog that was whelping, and seeing as I had never seen a whelping before and how sometimes an extra pair of hands can be of use, Emma asked if I’d like to go to. So at 10pm on New Year’s Day we went to the practice at night.

One pup had been born already but the other’s had got stuck, so Lucy had to do a caesarian, and then Emma, Luke and I all started catching puppies as she brought them out and take them away to revive them. I’m not sure how long the actual birthing took, but after four hours we left to go home and get to bed, leaving behind a proud mum and a seething, writhing mass of nine Boxer/Bull Mastif cross puppies…

That was my Saturday night! A wee bit different…

Edited to add: Weirdly, today we discover that there were 10 puppies, not 9. Very, very weird – three of us counted them all carefully: 7 girls and 2 boys. It’s actually 8 girls and 2 boys. At least we got the number of boys right!