No name...has A NAME!
I originally told the friend who helped me deliver him, and stopped his hemoraging at birht to name him, and she wanted a designer name, like Ralph (lawernce) or Louie (vaton) and I kept saying no, so she picked Calvin (klein) At first i told her okay, and then changed my mind, and today since I hadn't thought of anything else, Calvin stayed.
I think a lot of people get the impression that I want to bring him to school to parade him. Thats not it at all. I don't blame you - my mom still thinks the same thing. He was going to stay in one room the whole day, with only two people (me and a friend) feeding him throughout the day.
In fact, today, I had him in the lobby (the director told me to wait while the animal sci. teacher got there with her horses) in a carrier, with warm blankets, and a hot water bottle, when all my classmates arrived for class, and everyone crowded around with the oouuus and ahhsss and "can I hold him" but I only let people peer into the basket, and warned everyone not to touch him, or come near him if they were sick. I got away as soon as I could (which was hard because the classroom door was still locked) and throughout the day, only three people held him other than than my friend, and another vet tech girl...more on that later.(with hand sanitizer, and soap/water)
warmth was not a problem. At 5th period (my lunch period) the Junior and senior class were having class, and I I was down in the computer lab, with the pup bundeled up, and typing up an assignment. Andrea (the girl who's aunt is interested in a pup, and is a vet tech) was in the lab talking to me, when the teacher (director) told me I had to finish up and leave (some people were complaining they had dog allergies, which really got me pretty POed considering it is a hypo allergenic 13 day old poodle) I wasn't done with my essay, (Due the following period...I can be quite the procrastonater) and so i told Andrea to put him back in the carrier with the hot bottle and such. She took him, and a few minutes later, someone came to the door and said "Della, they want you in the small animal lab- something about your dog" and they were looking at me strangely, so I got up, and as I walked away, someone said "your dog is dead" and I looked back, went "WHAT? yeah right, thats not funny at all" and ran over to the class. There, a crowd was gathered, and Andrea and my friend Vikki were holding the pup in a towel, i asked what happend, and they told me it stopped breathing, its heart stopped and all. I didn't believe them at first, because the pup was fine then, and fine 5 minutes ago when i left it.
They weren't lying,in the five minutes he left my side- calvin stopped breathing. So, the junior senior class basically attacked me, thinking I took the young pup away from its mom because I wanted to parade him around. "why isn't he at a vet!? why do you have him In school?! You're going to end up killing him!" blah blah blah. I said he had an appt, but not for a while. Again, I was pounced on.Vikki offered to take him to her office for free, and then take him home to care for him herself. (it wasn't much of an offer, she stated it in a mater of fact way- which annoyed me) and I started to say something, and everyone pounced "its for FREE why won't you let her!?!?!" by now, I was already upset that he stopped breathing so quickly, and now I had over 35 jrs/srs jumping at my throat, without giving me the chance to talk. Andrea went to warm a towel, to place under another towel for the pup, and she came back with a towel full of burn marks. I was going to hold the pup over the towel (for warmth,not down on it) and then place another towel underneath him, and THEN put calvin down. when they saw me put my hand in the carrier with the pup, they jumped at my throat again. It was ridiculous. so when the bell rang a few minutes later, I was of course reluctant to go, and Vikki (the girl who helped deliver calvin ) said "Della, just GO I'll come pick him up later to take him with me" (it turned out she couldn't come down 7th period) so sixth period we were playing vocab scategories for the upcomming unit test, and i asked to go down to vo-ag. she told me she wishes she could let me go, but the only place she's allowed to send me for the entire period (because its a clasS) is to to the library. 7th period I have my child development class, and I had already mentioned my dog's pregnancy to the teacher, and she told me we were doing notes, and that I would miss a lot for the upcomming test. i told her I could get the notes, and she told me that it was fine with her, but that I had to go to the office and clear it. So I did, and they told me I should go down, do what I have to do, and get a pass back to my regular schedualed class before the end of the period. I did that, and I fed Calvin. Thankfully, he had a VERY strong suckle, to the point where there was formula oozing out of his mouth(and the hole isn't too big) he took a while, and when he was done, I pottied him (he wouldn't poo) and when the teacher saw I left class to come down, she freaked out, saying that the administrator would end up calling all the teachers to a conference to ask why a student skipped class to go take care of a puppy. (where was the animal teacher? why couldn't she care for him?) and that I was keeping them in the dark, and putting them in the hot seat. The director told me that I did waht i did for the right reasons, but I put her in a bad position, and she doesn't think bringing the pup back for Monday would be a good idea, because if a student htat complained earlier about their allergies goes to the office, then they would be in big trouble for allowing a dog in the computer lab. She told me she didn't believe that the dog was provoking their allergies, but that if they complain, to the main office, there would be trouble. I went back to class with about 5 minutes to spare. On the bus, I told vikki I would go to the vets with her, she said she was going to call her office, and that i couldn't go with her. After calling, she said that she knows the special care he would need because she's done it before, and that in involves bottles with 1cc nipples, honey, special formula,not touching the puppy without a layer in between, etc etc and that she would do it. I told her that I wanted her to do it, and we got into an almost argument about it. I wasn't sure I wanted to trust her enough to just take her word for it, and hand her my baby. I told her I wanted him to see a vet first, and so I set up an appointment today for 4:15. I told her that depending on what the vet said, I would bring her the puppy. Finally, she left me alone.
calvin is now in my lap, and my mom is on her way home from work so we can head to the vets. whatever special care the vet perscribes, I will do it. Calvin is my dog- my responsibility. I bred him, and so I must assume that responsibility. I will do what is best for him, and if it comes to the point that a more experienced person is greatly needed, I will take him to Vikki. But i will NOT just take her word for it, without getting Calvin checked out first.
Vikki said that if the pup stopped breathing again, i would panick and not be able to help him. I denied it, so she asked me what I would do. I told her I would preform puppy CPR to get him breathing. She told me he is too young for puppy CPR and that it would kill him- I read an article on the net written by a vet on how to preform CPR on newborn puppies, so I KNOW she was very wrong about that. Again, the people on my bus were siding with Vikki because she had more experience, and It was horrible, because i knew I could help Calvin too, I know I wouldn't panic because I didn't panic when Hope wasn't breathing. I wasn't able to help hope, but I don't know how long it was since she stopped breathing either (an hour has lapsed since I last checked her) but I knew there was no way to win an argument with her. She would just say "Della! I've been ding this for over 2 years, I think i know a little something!" and I didn't have a response.
She kept rubbing Hope in my face.Hope was born saturday, and Vikki told me I might have to hand raise her. Sunday, I told her I decided to Hand raise her, and Monday morning (between 4:30 am and 5:30 am) she died. vikki kept telling everyone that she told me to do such and such thing with Hope, and Hope died because I didn't listen to her. Thats not true at all. Not even a little.
My mom is comming up the street now- I'll let you know how the vet visit goes.