I am fortunate that my girls are easy going, relatively non-destructive and semi-obedient. HOWEVER, I have one girl whose good behavior all goes to "hell in a handbasket" when she is pregnant! I know the reason she digs, she wants a den that is safe to have her babies in. Truly I don't need ultrasound, witness relaxin or even palpation...all I have to do is look in my yard for the overgrown gopher holes!
What I want to know is why the behavior continues until the puppies are 6 weeks old or so. I mean there is a tunnel under my wood violets, a burrow under the hydrangea and a great hole between the hot tub and house, never mind the burrowing to get into the crawl space!! If I didn't know better I would think she has a contract with Home Depot Garden department so I keep having to buy 40lb bags of planting mix! And yes, she has plenty of calcium after birth and toys and attention and playmates! Guess it is a good thing I have a sense of humor!!
Hormones! Oxytocin (among others) and it's feedback on the uterus and the other hormones. If she's still nursing at 6 weeks than that's why it continues through then.
Invest in dump truck load of dirt!
In fact, you know, it might be a good time to put up more fence! An easy way to dig post holes!
Hee hee, I guess she figures she is entitled to give you the stress back that you put her through by making her have babies for you lol.... you know what they say eh? Payback is a b i t c h lol
Aloha,
jackie
My gosh I feel you read my thoughts and put it in writing. I have one girl here who's the same way. She had a litter very recently and she showed me she was Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde of all Labradors.
probably because a dog in the wild would keep her pups in a den for several weeks after they were born and may have a need to move them several times after about three weeks due to size of den she has provided, maybe she has her wild canine instincts a bit more then some others
I don't know Gail, the funniest part is that she now looks furtively around before she starts excavating and fortunately a loud knock on the window creates such a guilty "darn caught again" look I can't help but laugh!
Not a vertically challenged Christmas Elf. Although I am vertically challenged, I am not an Elf....
I'm Mrs. Santa Paws (just ask my dogs!)
PS - Susan, MLL - yes, I know she uses the phone. She called me to tell me about your post. She explained that she was just being nice to you and really can't wait to see me!
These Labs are just getting too smart. You have an excavator. I have a 4 month old that wants to "digest knowledge", as she keeps eating paperback books, and another that, I guess, wants to be an electrician, since she is totally facinated with electrical cords (unplugged).
Gail I took two of my girls for a 5 mile jaunt through Colonial Williamsburg this morning and they were enthralled. They loved the sheep (feeling not returned I am afraid) and most definitely would have liked to have taken apart the colonial fruit decorations! Does this mean they are history buffs??
Sharlene you are too an ELF! I saw those pointy ears myself!
Denise, you bet we are! Feel free to join in! I have enjoyed my "ecclectic" Labradors and friends for years. Despite ups and downs and challenges I would not change my dogs nor the friends that I have made through them!
Hey there!! Just because I am 5'9" doesn't mean anything, after all I am still the shortest person in my family!! Oh and my nephew Jack...he likes ELVES!!!
On the first day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
The Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the second day of Christmas my doggyy gave to me:
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the third day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas my doggyy gave to me:
Ten Christmas cards I shoulda mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
Eleven unwrapped presents
Ten Christmas cards I shoulda mailed
My wreath in nine pieces
Eight tiny reindeer fragments
Seven scraps of wrapping paper
Six yards of soggy ribbon
Five chewed-up stockings
Four broken window candles
Three punctured ornaments
Two leaking bubble lights
And the Santa topper from the Christmas tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my doggy gave to me:
A dozen sloppy kisses
And I forgot all about the other eleven days.
Gee Susan - 12 dogs of Christmas, is that all you got? You got off easy, how about -
12 piles of puked up sticks (snacks for Santa)
10 chewed up rolls of toilet paper (garland)
9 sutures from being tripped (rush to the gifts)
8 hundred dollars (for surgery to remove garland)
7 hours of bad gas from (eating the stolen turkey)
6 dogs drooling (while you eat Christmas dinner)
5 broken tree limbs (after they played with the tree)
4 sets of pet antlers (for the Christmas card Photo)
3 three hours (trying to take the Card Photo)
2 playing tug-o-war (with your new Christmas scarf)
1 roll of chewed stamps (for mailing those cards)
Alas Susan - you are incorrect. I am not a "closet" dog dresser. My husband is a sweet heart. He lets the dogs sleep in our bed. He helps bathe and groom. He trains them to retrieve to hand. The only thing has has asked of me - well DEMANDED really - NO DOG CLOTHES!
Although at a recent fun match, we had a costume contest. I dressed "his" girl - my chocolate lab Mocha - up as a smore and made him take her in the ring! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA