Only one more week until the puppies are born. My Mistress has to keep reminding me that there is still a lot that can go wrong. It\u2019s hard not to get excited when you realise this could nearly double the numbers of dogs like me that there are in the country. I do like being uncommon, but I\u2019d like there being more like me even better. It made me think when I saw that a woman in America has had octuplets. It shows how uncommon that must be as the spellchecker is telling me it\u2019s not a word. It\u2019s ok for a dog that has a lot of puppies, because after eight weeks they all go to new homes and it isn\u2019t impossible for the mum to bring them all up, but how does a human cope with that many? You would need a full time nappy changer for a start, quite apart from a bus to travel round in and you\u2019d need plenty of space for bunk beds as soon as they were big enough not to fall off the top one. I suppose on the bright side the babies weren\u2019t identical, so you wouldn\u2019t have the problem of never knowing which was which. You certainly wouldn\u2019t want them all to want their own pets, even if they were as lovely as me. It was bad enough at the doctor\u2019s the other day when one baby was there for inoculations and screamed so much that everyone in the waiting room dropped their resemblance to cardboard cut outs and spoke to each other, but if there were eight screaming at the same time the other patients could be forgiven for going home again. At least on the bright side you could negotiate some good discounts buying eight of everything and you\u2019d need a never ending supply of marker pens so that the children knew which item belonged to them.<\/p>\n
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