what A Little Hound- ful!
Andrea’s petite pooch defied the odds
When my Yorkshire Terrier Dolly, 5, fell pregnant this year, I was ecstatic.
‘There’s at least four pups in there,’ the vet smiled after a check-up. Paw-some!
This May, after nine weeks, I woke up at 5am to Dolly whimpering.
My hubby Mark,
53, was working away in London.
Luckily, my daughter Courtney, 21, was home from university.
So, pulling on our dressing gowns, we went into mid-woof mode, having delivered a litter five years before.
This time we delivered three littl’uns in half an hour. Puppy power!
But something wasn’t right with the third…
‘He’s not breathing!’ Courtney cried.
Desperate, I rubbed him with a towel, trying to revive him.
After 10 minutes, I laid him down next to Dolly.
She started nuzzling him… and he squirmed!
The lick of life!
The poor pup was tiny – half the size of the first two. He couldn’t even reach to suckle!
By now, my other two kids Joseph, 13, and Theia, 9, were waking up for school.
They couldn’t wait to see the pups, were besotted, and I had to shoo them out in the end!
Turning my attention to Dolly, I noticed she was quiet…
Worried, I rushed her to the vet’s with her pups.
She had another three there! By 7pm the next day, we were allowed to take a very tired Dolly home.
Unfortunately, her last pup didn’t make it.
But she had her paws full, with five to look after. Including a mini mutt! Tiny Tim, I called him, and he only weighed 2oz.
Every two hours, Courtney and I bottle-fed him.
But he cried for four days – and we never slept!
‘He should be put to sleep,’ the vet said sadly.
It was unlikely he’d survive the week. But I wanted to fight for Timmy.
So he was put on antibiotics to build his strength.
While his siblings grew and developed teeth at four weeks, Timmy became ill.
He got a respiratory infection and sneezed mucus.
His life hung in the balance… once again.
He was given medication, but I was scared to let him play with his siblings. His head could fit in their mouths! But they all slept together. Adorable. At 6 weeks, our Tiny Tim finally grew teeth and started eating puppy food. When they were 9 weeks, his siblings were adopted, leaving Timmy to rule the roost. I couldn’t bring myself to give him away. Now, he’s 12 weeks old, off all his meds, and will go on his first walk next month!
He weighs a kilo, and stands no taller than a can of beans.
But they say the best things come in small packages. And whenever we go out, I always have people desperate to meet him.
I’ve since created a Facebook page called Tiny Tims Tale for our pup-ular new addition.
And I was astonished to find that now he has more friends than me! We thought that our Tiny Tim might’ve been Britain’s smallest pup, but now he’s actually doubled in size.
Don’t be fooled by his cuteness, though. The cheeky mite bites his mum Dolly’s ears, steals her food…
Safe to say, he’s a proper paw-ful – but we love him!
He weighs a kilo, and stands no taller than a can of beans
Tim’s cute, but he’s also feisty!