Little Mama Is Getting Bigger

Vega's middle is spreading.

Ten days ago, the ultrasound confirmed Vega is pregnant. But now her condition is obvious, even to the untrained eye. She's showing! Her belly is growing a little bit every day.

She's not as lively as she used to be and isn't so interested in taking a walk unless it's cool and we're not going far. Vega is definitely less and less interested in Reacher.

Of course, he doesn't get it. Being a dog, a boy and just a year old, he is clueless. He wants her to play with him and chase him around the bushes like she used to. He wants her to wrestle with him and even twist his collar until he hits the dirt. He wants her to play keep away with a ball or a bone. But she's having none of it.

He barks. He lunges. He paws at her. He barks some more. But Vega has put him on ignore. Occasionally she just loses patience and will give him a no-nonsense growl and a serious snap. Then he backs off. At least for a few minutes.

I think he is taking all his frustration out on things around the house. In typical Reacher fashion, he has destroyed a plant, removed even more pillows and cushions from chairs and beds, tries to chew up my shoes any chance he gets and is getting into anything else that's not nailed down.

There's about three weeks to go before we have puppies. Until then, Vega's belly will continue to grow. And Reacher, I'm afraid, will continue to get himself into bigger and bigger trouble.