Category: Whelping Journal | Dante & Chianti

Years ago while digging through Juliette’s books, old breeder correspondence, and the kind of material that somehow convinces you that one more page will only take a minute before you look up and realize half the evening has disappeared, I came across a letter from a breeder describing a kennel that, by every modern standard,…

Three boys. Two girls. Five healthy puppies safely arrived, nursing, sleeping, squeaking, and carrying on as though entering the world is the most ordinary thing imaginable while the rest of us stand around completely amazed that nature somehow keeps pulling this off generation after generation. Around three o’clock this morning I was parked on the…