Pups about to pop
Am I up to the job?
With tomorrow (Saturday 24th) her due date, poor Pimlico is lumbering about as if she can’t quite believe that this is her body. She can no longer jump off our bed, is diminished of trot, and has taken to gazing at me with soulful incredulity. I’ve not yet spotted the Hammer House of Horror spectacle of paws clawing beneath …