Oh man, I so should know better. I should have either slept with Peanut Butter and her puppies, or let them sleep with us. I knew better. Instead, I put them in a big crate in another room, put my ear plugs in (grrrr I was so wrong), and went to bed. When Michelle got up this morning and checked on them, she brought a dead puppy to me. A skull-cap size of the head was gone and one of the eyes was bulged. My guess is it was born feet first and the head was stuck in PB for awhile. Since I wasn't there to pull her (yes, of course she was a beautiful girl) so much pressure built up in her, the top of her head blew open. It was horrible, like a horror movie.
The rest of the puppies are doing very well. Peanut Butter is a great mom.
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