The day following the storm, here at home, we attempted a witnessed breeding but Skye was having no part of it. That behavior, with some dogs, is common once bred. We quickly separated them but thought it worth a shot to give them another chance in the environment they'd grown used to once things returned to a degree of normalcy. But it was a no go. I picked Skye up with a fair degree of uncertainty regarding the outcome of her days away from me. Long story short we were left with a big fat uncomfortable "maybe".
Yesterday, for the first time, as Skye stretched out on the floor along side me, after all the worry and wonder, I thought to myself, hmmm.... maybe you're pregnant after all. While there really isn't any obvious belly development yet I'm seeing some other signs that lead me to finally believe we may indeed have pups on the way. I generally don't call it until day 40 when I see that belly but since it's close and I started out with great doubt I'm really excited to pass on that we at least have signs of possibility. Updates, including the addition of some photos and documents of my choice of sire for Skye will follow once I'm fully comfortable announcing a confirmed pregnancy. Keep those fingers crossed.