She was born in the night- a dark and stormy night, in fact. At the time we thought it was cute to call the little puppy lumps by their most distinguished marking. We didn’t like the idea of putting collars or string on newborn babies, so we determined who they were by sight alone. This little puppy was, you guessed it, the Runt!
She was so small! We actually were worried she wouldn’t survive. We took to giving her extra feedings throughout the day, hand-feeding her with a teeny tiny baby bottle. Well, we don’t know if she wouldn’t have made it without our help, but she did eventually put on weight and thrive!