One of the drawbacks of living where we do is that we get a lot of stray dogs dropped off out here.
One afternoon a VERY pregnant dog showed up. I was at a loss. I couldn't imagine who would do such a thing, but she was here now. She was pretty skittish, not really wanting too much attention. We put out some food for her and waited to see what would happen.
Then one day, she was gone. Just like that. I had no idea where she could have gone and I didn't have any spare time to comb the countryside for her.
A few days later, she was back. And skinny. We had no idea where her puppies were. But we soon found out when we noticed she was vehemently guarding the culvert at the end of our driveway. We took a peek in there, and sure enough, there were several wriggling masses down there.
I thought, "Good job, Momma Dog. Nobody can get to them." The culvert was barely wide enough to fit Momma Dog and it was crushed at one end, so there was only one way in and out. Then came the bad news. It started raining. And raining. And raining. The culvert was flooding and there was no where for the puppies to go. Momma Dog was freaking out and so was I. I couldn't just let those puppies drown, right?
We spent a good hour or so trying to open the culvert on the crushed end so we could get them out. But no matter how we tried, that thing was not coming open.
So in came Supergirl. She crawled through that mud-filled culvert while Daddy held Momma Dog back. She pushed a bowl ahead of her and loaded up those soaking wet and freezing cold babies.
There were seven in all.
Unfortunately, Momma Dog could not get over her protectiveness of her new pups, so we had to take them all to the Humane Society. But Morgan did her part to save them all!