So remember when I said in the last post that the puppies due next week would probably come sooner. Boy do I know my stuff! They were born the next morning! The morning of the game. THE GAME. The first real college football game I ever had the opportunity to go to. But there is no stopping things of this nature. And my sweet dog Josey did a great job and gave birth to four puppies. Two girls and two boys. One of the little girls is LITTLE. I've always heard that when you raise Yorkies you can end up with tinies. It has never happened to me. Until now. The one little girl weighed in at a whopping one and one half ounces. OUNCES. Most of my baby yorkies average around 4 ounces. She seems like a little fighter and she tries to nurse although she doesn't have enough strength to get any milk. So we are supplementing her. And that means she eats every two hours around the clock. And yes, you are thinking correctly - I haven't had a whole lot of sleep this weekend. To be honest, I'm not sure she is going to make it but I will do whatever I can to help her. She is such a sweetie.
So be in prayer for this little baby - I really want her to survive.
And now for the game. The first college game I have ever had the opportunity to go to. I got to go! My daughter Andrea came over to puppysit. She is my right hand puppy midwife assistant - she has helped me many times. So Chuck and I put on our borrowed blue and orange and spent one of the loveliest fall days ever cheering for our team. It was so fun! I discovered that there is a whole sub-culture out there I never knew existed. There was so much more to look at than just the game. They had a fabulous band, fun cheerleaders, crazy fans, and tail-gaters galore! Confetti flew, fans cheered, and vendors cooked amazing food. Why do hotdogs always taste so good outside? I would never eat one indoors but when I'm outside they are like gourmet food. I was especially proud of our team when they knelt in prayer for an injured player from the opposing team. And we won. 42-7. I took my camera only to discover the batteries were dead. Bummer. I so wanted to share the blue turf with you. Perhaps there will be another time. There are only 3 games left of the season. One of those is in Hawaii. Now there's a game I would give my eyeteeth to go to!
And in between birthing puppies and cheering for BSU I started reading Home to Holly Springs. All I can say is "Father Tim - I hope your stories go on forever. I am crazy about you!"