SS-Litter

This is the litter that caused a writer’s block, doldrums, rage, desperateness and even half-heartedness with my spouse. To be honest, it wasn’t the litter that caused it, it was our cat. She decided to commit a terror attack on the keyboard of my spouse’s computer, after he was ready and well prepared to write down all the news and facts and essayistic inventions around this litter. All 635 pictures he needed were photoshopped and neatly memorized in a special file on the desktop, when the cat jog trotted on the keyboard and every single file of the SS-Litter was gone.  My spouse was furious and absolutely vengeful, he refused to do his job for a long time, the SS-Litter went by, the TT-Litter, the UU-Litter, The VV-Litter and not a single word of my spouse left his keyboard. He got a new computer, a new keyboard and slowly, very slowly he gave in my constant complaints, allegations and crouchiness. Sometimes, after the WW-Litter I heard the familiar clapping of the letters on his keyboard – he was writing again – For God’s sake!

Well, in actual fact this litter does not fit to this homepage, because the mother dog does not belong to us totally, only in parts. Some parts belong to Vanessa, although we have the breeding rights, Vanessa the rest. So because it has something to do with breeding it belongs here -admittedly  the cat had a different opinion. At least Vanessa was present at any time.

Who on earth was this ominous mother bitch? She’s from us, out of the NN-Litter, she’s Holly alias Nostalgic Noblesse. A wonderful, beautiful dog which was brilliant already as a baby of 8 weeks. She was absolutely meant to be a mother so I decided to give her away only with the hidden agenda to do so. So I only gave her to Vanessa  and kept the breeding rights. For Heaven’s sake, the demand for a second dog grew in Vanessa stronger by the second she enjoyed Holly. Holly got a breeding permission and so she most automatically became a mother bitch.

And what should I say? – The pups turned out to what I hoped for – the most beautifulk and wonderful puppies of the whole galaxy.

But let’s proceed in strict rotation. The choice of a stud dog cried after a proven and tested stud dog. Rather quickly I opted for Jason. I used him twice, he produced wonderful puppies – why not with Holly? His pedigree is once in a lifetime, the genes match, so let’s get it done.

however, first with the official presentation of the lucky parents. Not only a feast for the eyes optically, the pedigree is too:

The mating turned out to be very satifying – for the two main actors especially. However not for my male appendix, he wasn’t allowed to accompany me, because Vanessa was. That’s why he did not get some of Hermanns splended espressi and of his worldfamous homemade bisquit-roll. He still holds a grudge against me.

In a cold January night Holly was given birth to her pups. This ingenious expression assumes that she didn’t do it alone, she needed help from the vets in Giessen. One of the little turdy obstructionists  layed himself crosswise to the exit, so he blocked all others and himself – a caesarian was inevitabl, of coarse middle in the night – as usual.

My spouse wasn’t member of the team, Vanessa was. My hubby enlarged his grudge against me.

Well, all in all Holly has seven puppies – four girls and three boys. All healthy,  sound and kicking. You can make a guess: this time too the most beautiful, cool, phat and wonderful puppies of the whole galaxy. My husband does not hold a grudge against this comment.

Ok, here we are – now you see the complete SS-Litter – unfortunately only as an X-Ray. What you see are the bones of the little SS’s. And you can see the little obstructionist who caused this caesarian-massacre.

I don’t need to stress out that only the massacre-team me and Vanessa were at the scene. My hubby was not allowed to come along. His grudge is enormous.

Sometimes  I think his grudge is the main reason for his „writers-block“ and not the cat. This turd is using the poor cat as an excuse.

With the other litters without a cat as excuse or pic-robber, at ths stage we start a caroussel of puppie photos. Well the are gone. So we take some pictures of Holly instead. Have fun anyway.

After this mass-event let’s take time to look at the only beautyshots of the splended SS-Litter.