and, as the only non-dog lover in the house (and the only one not on holiday, by my choice), I gets to see the whole process. Wonderful.
The male is making a racket because he's locked in the cage, and the mother-to-be is dripping blood and brown stuff all over the floor.
I have work still, and much as I would rather stay at home on a normal day, I'd rather go there all night and leave it all to the professionals. But I have to keep the parents updated, including pictures ('any time of the day or night.')
Oh the joys of being a pet owner! (/sarcasm)
Oh, and I cut my hand on a dropped glass too.
But all of you dog lovers, be happy for my family (including the 8 or so to come...)