We have a momma dog and pups that we're fostering at work. She had nine healthy puppies 4 weeks ago, and we were lucky enough to have most of our employee trainers able to be there during the actual delivery. It was a bit of a fluke that we were all there, but was pretty amusing watching five or six trainers fumbling around and scrambling over when to intervene and when to let things be and how and why until our one trainer with lots of whelping experience arrived. It was certainly a bonding experience!

The night of, I called dibs on getting to pick the puppies collar colors. Dibs was informal due to the fact that no one else was clamoring for the "honor". I finally picked the colors last week and marked the pups with dots of nail polish. On Friday, Diane and I went shopping for bitty little collars in all of the right colors (nine different ones needed!). Today Diane came in with me and we sized them up and put all the collars on the pups. I'm not sure what it says about me or my life that this was one of my most anticipated moments of the week. It's not that my week was boring, but rather that I found this whole process very exciting. I have a whole little key made up that hangs on the puppies' door with the description of each pup and their color. I made the appropriate updates today to match the tweaks needed for variations between nail polish color and collar color. The puppies colors are red, blue, green, yellow, pink, purple, orange, black (was white), and the one distinctive brown pup who had no color originally... rainbow! I carefully pulled out six colors of nail polish to dab little dots and create a rainbow on the color key on the door. Perfecto.

Dad and Cindi, see what happens when I blog? You find out disturbing aspects to my personality that you never wanted to know.