Main Stream - A Clean Dozen Squeaking Voices

Anymore, I don't know what my keyboard is for.

The bitch is back home with her one day old litter, and my bitch, her mother, holding court with her. I spent the whole of Sunday experiencing the shock and awe of puppy-birth, again and again, plop after squelch after panic after triumph. Between 7:15 AM and probably around 6:30 PM, twelve tiny new dalmations came into the world.

I have to say, I'm pretty amazed they all fit in our little girl's gut, even though she's been the size of a cow for the last few weeks. They're already showing her impatient, exploratory streak, while also reflecting their father in size and gawkiness (although it's difficult to tell at this stage if they're dumb because of him, or just because puppies kind of have an innate dumbness).

The pups are all very beautiful and cute, but it's kind of difficult to reconcile that and the peculiar pride and serenity on our girl's face with the sheer surreality of the whole birth experience. It's difficult to think of the thing as a miracle or blessed event when you now know what it feels like to pull a sac of fluid and waste out of your family pet. When you've had your fingers inside your best friend, trying to gently tease out their slippery offspring, the ineffable glory of nature is the last thing on your mind.

But still, it's pretty cool.

So you can imagine exactly how important sitting at work, pretending to be not too dramatically skiving, seems to be at the moment. It just serves to highlight the fact that I've been sitting at a meaningless desk, pretending to be doing pointless, soul destroying work, while actually surfing drivel-space, for weeks now. I tried to do my job way back when, and was told to wait, and now it's too late to get anything done until September when the lecturers and students come back. I just want to be home, playing through GTA Vice City and sitting with mah bitches, and listening in rapture to the dozen squeakers in the other room, and, of course, sleeping. Lots.

There's more to be said on the redundance of so much employment, especially where I work now, but it's for a day when I feel less despondent and morose, I think.

Think of the puppies... think of the puppies...