This morning Little Leidy’s temperature has dropped to 98.8, so I suspect we will be delivering puppies tonight. She thinks it would be more fun to deliver them in the den she is building in the run/pen adjoining the new puppy room than in the white, disinfected whelping box. She is wrong — I’m not going to squat in the dust with a flashlight in the back yard to help her with the babies. We’ll put an end to that plan.
I must go into the office for a while this morning, but will bring goats’ milk when I come back. Then I’ll be camping at the house for the duration. It’ll give me an idea about how this working from home shakes out.