Kurt frowned. “They can’t always deliver breech puppies on their own. Plus, she’s getting tired. Kels, want to keep her calm while I try to get it out?”
Kelsey sank beside Pepper and stroked the top of her head. Kurt dashed to the bathroom to scrub and wasted only a few seconds finishing getting ready. Tess took the towel from him, gnawing on her lower lip as she watched.
“Are you going to try to turn it around like in the video we watched, or just help it out?”
Kurt gave a stiff, one-shoulder shrug. “I won’t know till I get in there. Tess, can you hold a flashlight for me?”
Kelsey forced a few deep, calming breaths and stroked Pepper’s head and neck while Kurt worked, occasionally directing Tess to swivel the flashlight in a new direction. “This guy is a giant. So much bigger than the others. And he’s coming out backward. No wonder he’s stuck.”
“Is there room to turn him?”
“No, but I’ve got him halfway out now.”
Pepper whined loudly. Minutes dragged by like hours. Kurt mumbled something about the front legs being more difficult than the back.
If they tried to call a vet now, would he even arrive in time?
“I’ve got one elbow free. If I can get the other one before the next contraction, I think he could be home free. And I should tell you now, he’s incredibly still.”
Kelsey fought back tears. Not only might this puppy be stillborn, but Pepper could get hurt in the process of delivering him. “Come on, girl,” she whispered over and over. “Push that little guy the hell outta there.”
A silence heavier than a thick fog lingered in the room, disturbed only by Pepper’s periodic licking of her mouth. Then the exhausted momma gave a grunt and tensed.
“I’ve got him.” Kurt sank back against his heels, a slimy mess in his hands. “Grab a towel.”
Tess was already lurching for one. She tossed it over, and Kurt began to wipe the gelatinous sac from the puppy’s face. Pepper watched, panting heavily. As soon as the sac was clear, Kelsey suctioned out the puppy’s nose and mouth. Unlike the others, there was no twitching or grunting. The puppy was still, lifeless.
Kurt had told her he’d been trained in CPR for dogs in addition to people, but Kelsey was surprised at the confidence with which he went about trying to revive the puppy. Each second that passed was harrowing. The only sounds were Kurt’s revival attempts and Pepper, panting as she watched. Kurt went from vigorously rubbing and stimulating circulation to actual CPR. As he switched from blowing air into the puppy’s tiny nostrils to chest compressions, Pepper whined. He alternated, back and forth, back and forth, and Kelsey’s heart sank.
Then there was the faintest, almost inaudible sneeze, and Kurt began to laugh. He dragged his mouth across his shirtsleeve and then let his head fall back, letting out a giant exhale. “Ladies, he’s a she, and she’s breathing.”
Tess squealed, and Kelsey threw her arms around him. Later, when it was over and everything quieted down, she’d find time to tell Kurt that he was the sexiest and most amazing man she’d ever met. For now, they had a puppy to introduce to its mother.
* * *
Shining low in the sky, the October sun gleamed inside the windows, filling the house with cozy warmth. The three of them had finished showering and were on the main floor washing towels, finishing off a second pot of coffee, and grabbing quick, standing breakfasts when Patrick and Megan walked in. Kurt suppressed a smile at the squeals and hugs Kelsey and Megan exchanged. Patrick, who didn’t look to be one for physical touch, tucked his hands, palms out, into his back pockets and seemed to lose a beat or two looking at Tess.
Megan glanced Kurt’s way as she and Kelsey pulled apart. “Kels said one of the puppies wouldn’t have made it if it weren’t for you.”
“We got lucky with her” was all Kurt said.
“You get naming rights,” Patrick added. “We’ll hold a contest with the rest of the litter, but you should think of a name for her.”
Kurt gave a nod. “I wouldn’t mind doing that, but I’ll let Kelsey and Tess weigh in.”
“I keep a list of the animals we’ve named since I started. There are eight hundred and forty-seven animals on it, and seventy-six of the names have been used more than once.”
When Patrick said things like this, Kurt wondered what sort of stuff he did when he wasn’t at work. He also wondered how many of those names Patrick could recite off the top of his head. He suspected quite a few.
The group headed upstairs, and Kurt couldn’t help but chuckle over how Kelsey and Tess got just as melty at the whimpers and coos of the pups as they had an hour ago. Patrick took pictures for the shelter’s social media accounts, and Megan happy cried as she snuggled the pup with coon-dog ears against the top of her swollen belly.
The big pup, the girl who’d almost been stillborn, showed no sign of her iffy start. She wriggled about with more strength than most of them, and Kurt didn’t disagree when Patrick suggested she might be part Saint Bernard or Bernese mountain dog.
Almost as soon as they were done, Megan headed back to the shelter, while Patrick stayed behind to work with Devil. Shortly after he started, the first two volunteers arrived to assist with the morning feeding and training routine. From the tremendous reactions the puppies had already received on the shelter’s social media accounts, Kurt suspected there wouldn’t be a moment of privacy here today.
Tonight though, come hell or high water, he’d send everyone away. He had a romantic night to make up to Kelsey. And after inspecting the room at the inn that would’ve been theirs had Pepper not gone into labor, Kurt knew just what to do.
And it involved a quick trip out this afternoon.
Thankfully, with volunteer