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few things more beautiful, or more capable of banishing all kinds of cynicism, than watching my mother rub a minutes-old, breech-birthed puppy into life and hearing the little squeal as the lungs clear.
it's 3 am and we have two babies, three or four more to go. there's a lull now, probably she's switching horns. updates and pictures as the days and weeks come.
it's 3 am and we have two babies, three or four more to go. there's a lull now, probably she's switching horns. updates and pictures as the days and weeks come.