Praying for a Miracle!

A friend called me tonight to share her fabulous news---this afternoon, her girl was surgically implanted with the frozen sperm of a dog who has been chomping bones in the big boneyard in the sky for the past seven years. A visit to the reproductive specialist, a one-inch incision, deposit of genetic material into the uterus, three stitches, et voila-the promise of puppy breath in 60+ days!

You see, she was sharing the news with me because I'm the one who suggested this particular stud dog! Last week she asked me if I knew of any 'good dogs out there.' His name came to mind. He was a good dog, perhaps even a great dog, who lived a long and healthy life, with many accomplishments under his collar. I put her in touch with his owner (well, the owner of his preserved straws) and $4000.00 later, the deed is done! The only memory the female will have of this life-altering event is her trip to the vets office where she fell asleep when she wasn't even aware she was tired!

Her owner is estatic!

Me, I'm thrilled and when she asked me what she can do to ever thank me for helping her with this breeding quandry, I assured her all she has to do is to love those puppies and make sure they go to good, forever homes.

I'm also feeling a little bit anxious. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there are echoing whispers of the'what-ifs' of this breeding. I can't help but feel if anything goes wrong (God forbid!) somehow part of the onus will find its way to my door.

Guess I'll just focus on the fact that any breeding and whelping is not an exact science. We have to leave room for a little bit of a miracle.

I'll be praying for a miracle for the next 60+ days!