Nancy now has a cardiovertor defibrillator monitoring her heart functions and ready to intervene should said heart develop electro-mechanical problems. The worst of these, sudden cardiac arrest, can lead to death in minutes.<Insert big sigh of relief here.>
Nancy and I have been playing puppy-tag for the past week – meaning when Nancy would show up at the whelping box I could leave and then I would return and she could leave. Six of the puppies would likely survive an extended period without intervention but the seventh, a small male, is not bulky enough to keep from getting shoved aside by the others.
One plan was for us to use the pick-up with the canopy and cart mother and pups along to Yakima in separate housing, then there, I could put them together for a bit, then isolate them again, and so on. The truck is designed for heavy loads and trailer pulling and is a rough rider. This, I thought, would shake all of the animals, and us, unnecessarily. Also, when contemplating this maneuver I did not know what the weather would be like. If “hot and sunny” the back of the pick-up could be like and oven. So, while doable, this appeared to be a humungous hassle and prone to problems.
Instead of attempting the shake-&-bake approach Nancy enlisted the driving prowess of a friend, R, and I stayed home. Nancy left home about 7 A.M. R lives (almost) on the path Nancy would take so the extra time needed was very small. Nancy got checked in starting at about 8:30, saw a short video on what to expect, got prepped, and began the procedure shortly after 11. They finished in about an hour and called me shortly after Noon.
Nancy was with a nurse in a room near where the procedure was done and lunch had been ordered. Sometime in the afternoon she would go to a room to spend the night. Not knowing any more, that is all I can write.