New Pups

One of the clinic dogs has decided that the space underneath my container is a good place to deliver and accommodate her puppies. She is patrolling around looking a bit sorry for herself with sore swollen nipples. I wasn’t sure what the noise was until I crouched down to look underneath and saw her there, waiting patiently with a look of motherly endurance, as her new family squeaked and nuzzled against her belly.

The male dog of the compound is walking around looking pleased with himself. Or maybe that is just my imagination. He probably doesn't care.