There were so many things happening all at once, a rush of light, sound and sensations. My body was being washed roughly and with some urgency I would like to add and I had this enormous urge to pee! Then the warm smell hit me and I felt tingly with love and compassion. My tummy had a strange feeling inside it and my paws started to move continuously. I took a breathe, a breath all by myself, I think it had something to do with the wooshing and washing but it felt great and I connected to something much bigger than myself and I liked it.
Shortly after this I felt my limbs moving and then the best bit happened, something took hold of my whole body with both pleasure and necessity. I learnt later that it is called MILK and Mummy dog’s milk is the best! Whooah. I just love it whatever it is called!
Things settled down a bit after all that but the love and compassion and warmth stayed. I heard them say that I am a big boy and my Mummy Dog is called Luna and she is “a good girl” and she did a “good job”. I wondered if I would be told I was a ‘Good boy’ and that I have done a ‘Good job’.
One day, I started to see shapes and colours and I could hear from the sides of my head. It was a confusing and interesting day. But I saw my Mummy dog for the first time, she was quite simply the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine. I had imagined what she looked like from the sounds she made but she was breathtakingly stunning.
Days passed pretty much the same after that, shapes got bigger and changed and noises got louder. There is always lots of MILK which I am very grateful for and Mummy dog’s smell makes my heart sing. My Houmans are always moving me, weighing me and the other day I had to drink a different liquid. Mummy Dog says it is to stop nasty things called worms growing in my tummy and I should expect more of that as I grow. My Houman Mummy says it is fine and that I am going to live with a Vet and a Vet nurse and they will make sure I am “well looked after with preventative healthcare” - that just sounds like a big mouthful to me, but I was told I was a ‘Good boy’ which I was hoping to hear so I was happy about that.
I thought life was pretty much the same until my Houmans and Mummy dog told me about my special visitors. Mummy dog told me that I was a ‘lucky boy’ and that my new owners were very nice and would take good care of me. I didn't know what new owners were but I hoped they provided MILK and smelt as good as Mummy dog.
I heard them before I saw them, they made cooing noises and then I was lifted out of our ‘Whelping box’. I looked at this new Houman, she smelt good and was making soft noises and she had kind eyes like Mummy dog, then I saw another Houman and some little ones. They were all very gentle and Mummy dog liked them as she gave them licks. They sat and watched me and my brother and sister for a long time and stroked Mummy dog which she seemed to like.
Mummy dog says I will be happy with them as they live in the countryside and already have a Springer so I will have a friend and play mate. I am excited about that but for now I will just carry on drinking my MILK and growing as both Houmans and Mummy dog says that is important.
I have a name now as Mummy dog says that is part of being in a Houman pack. My name is Magena, it means ‘Moon’ in Native American and this is my story.