Happy Mothers' Day

This morning when I went across to feed all PND and Brenda's animals, I didn't receive my customary greeting from a hyperactive Jack Russell and I could see that all of her food was untouched. When I looked inside her kennel, it was fairly obvious that the puppies were going to arrive soon.
Battle stations.
Like any good surrogate auntie I beat a path between my place and the dog about once an hour.
At 11.30 I found her with one pup - male - and got duly growled at for trying to check his undercarriage.
Nothing for a while then, and I was beginning to think maybe one was all there was.
Then Nadie arrived around 2pm and we went over again to find 3 puppies ... another black and white boy , considerably bigger than the others
and goodness knows how such a tiny dog pushed him out by herself
... here's the boys with tassie at the back: and a slightly smaller and very new, wet and bloody, mostly black little miss.
From the state of mum and daughter, I think we probably missed out on seeing the birth by a matter of minutes.
Nadie ended up covered with unspeakable substances and her clothes are drying even as I type, but it was just lovely to see.
The new 'grandparents' have been phoned in Tassie at each stage of the delivery and have accordingly decided to name boy #1 Tassie.
Goodness only knows what fathered these puppies because they certainly don't take after their tiny wee mum.