This is Rosie. Rosie is a beautiful small basset girl. She is sweet as pie, love snuggles and kisses, and is being an excellent momma to her large litter of pups. The miller told us she is 2 years old, and as you can see by the picture below, she has obviously already had several litters.
After these pups are weaned, Miss Rosie will have to have a tummy tuck to help restore her girlish figure! That's not an optical illusion above - between her rear feet, Rosie's teats are dragging the ground.
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The birth of Rosie’s pups is an almost unbelievable story. The miller had told us that he had a pregnant basset. When OMBR arrived that Sunday afternoon, and managed to coax Rosie out of the weeds of her pen, the miller said “Hmmm... she looks different. She was pregnant yesterday.” Obviously she'd had her pups in that open, weedy, tick infested field. He didn’t even know they had been born!
It is amazing that she and her pups even survived. Mind you, Rosie was in a pen with 5 other adult dogs when she gave birth to these helpless newborns, in the horrible heat, in the weeds at the back of her pen. OMBR’s rescuers searched for the pups, and found 7. We could hear crying though, and finally realized that some of the pups had crawled under the fence and out into the pasture, where Rosie couldn’t retrieve them!! We searched outside the pen, and found one more. Soon after, two of the females running loose, both carried puppies to us. We guess they knew we were here to help, as there is no other explanation for it. So Rosie came to the vet that night with ten, beautiful red and white basset babies.
Menzie, one of OMBR’s board members, took Rosie and the pups home with her on Monday. Sadly, one of the puppies, beautiful Rita, has since passed away.
All was fine until Tuesday night, when Rita, who had been puppy no. 1, became lethargic and cold, and Rosie pushed her aside. Menzie fed Rita formula, and kept her warm all night Tuesday and into Wednesday. Wednesday morning, Rosie took her back and let her nurse for a while, but then pushed her away again.
Rita was getting weaker, in spite of being carried next to Menzie’s heart, and being fed formula. She went to the vet Wednesday afternoon, and they gave Rita fluids to try to help her along. But by that time, Rita had a huge black swelling spreading across her chest and stomach. Something had happened to her on that first day of her life, during that day she laid in the weeds and the heat, that she was just too little to overcome. She died Wednesday afternoon around 5 p.m. This is our memorial to Rita, the second basset from that puppy miller that died because of the neglect she suffered. Godspeed little Rita.
