Andrea McGowan, 42, Bolton
When my Yorkshire Terrier Dolly, 5, fell pregnant this year, I was ecstatic.
‘There’s at least four pups in there,’ the vet smiled after a check-up.
Paw-some!
This May, after nine weeks, I woke up at 5am to Dolly whimpering.
My hubby Mark, 53, was working away in London.
Luckily, my daughter Courtney, 21, was home from university.
So, pulling on our dressing gowns, we went into mid-woof mode, having delivered a litter five years before.
This time we delivered three littl’uns in half an hour
Puppy power!
But something wasn’t right with the third…
‘He’s not breathing!’ Courtney cried.
Desperate, I rubbed him with a towel, trying to revive him.
After 10 minutes, I laid him down next to Dolly.
She started nuzzling him… and…
