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 to eat! Not less terrified wife, was frantically search for bottles and nipples, which are of - for lack of small children at home, not be.