Good news

Handy has declined supper. (Okay, well, she took about three nibbles and quit.) So that's a pretty good indicator that the time is very near. She is managing to look extremely pitiful and is playing the momma scene for all it's worth. So far efforts to arrange her whelping bed properly has resulted in pretty much shredding up two old sheets, a big towel, and various smaller pieces of flannel. Some dogs are content to "dig" and redistribute. Handy must stand on each piece, grab it with her teeth, and rip upward. Over and over and over. It surely must be more fun to do than to watch or she'd have long since quit.