Hey guys! So today I have for you a kind of brand story that will leave you going awwwnnnn! Hehehe! From my POV and the breeder and photographer himself, Jide Ajayi, we present to you the story of how a pretty dog named Ireti scared the heck out of us when she was pregnant! Enjoy!
THE REBELKWEEN’S POV:
Ever since my Dad snatched Robin off our hands when my brother and I were kids, I promised to get me a dog when I was an adult, responsible and no one can snatch him off my hands ‘cause I let him sit on the couch!
Hi my name is Faith, I’m an adult now but I still haven’t gotten a dog – let’s say life happened, a lot; and I keep postponing that decision till it is a little bit more convenient.
Robin was our dog, and my brother and I treated him like a sibling – he ate our food, slept where we slept – there was dog hair everywhere, and even though we knew it was pissing our Dad off, we didn’t know to what extent until one of the rare days that we visited our village as kids.
So that day, my Dad said he needed to attend to an urgent matter in the village and we should all go with him, including Robin! Oh goodie, boy were we excited! We showed off the dog while my Dad had words with my uncle; when it was time to leave, my uncle held on to Robin – my brother and I had confused looks on our faces.
It was then my Dad declared the real reason why we came to the village – to drop off Robin forever. According to him, he was going to be better off hunting deers and squirrels for my uncle than leaving dog hair all over the house. Biko, how was a dog that was used to eating noodles going to hunt a bush rat not to talk of a grass-cutter.
I cannot exactly remember, but I am almost sure we cried. Days later we heard news from the village that they had renamed Robin “Eniyan l’esu” (translation: humans are the real devils) – I don’t even know where the inspiration for that name came from.
Months later, we got news that some people had poisoned Eniyan l’esu Robin; that her tongue had gone black before she died. I guess someone really needed to bring to reality the meaning of the new name they gave her.
Fast forward to me still not getting a dog, I think I have PTSD from that time, and from the time I witnessed Winnie eat all her puppies after she gave birth to them, about 8 of them! That’s story for another day.
Anyway, meeting Ireti brought back all the memories of Robin – she’s so beautiful! Her black is so shiny and her tan is attractive, and she’s so friendly! All you need do is call her name.
Ireti of Ajaajide Kennels, Pedigree Name “HIS Pebbles”, First of Her Names, the Black and Tan, Queen of the Kennel and the Kennel’s Rotts and Mother of Baale and Bija.
I didn’t even know she was pregnant; I kept asking, “Jide are you sure this dog is pregnant?” Every day I could feel the tension and his agitation, Ireti was supposed to be lactating – it was just some days till the expected birth, but still no milk. He kept feeding her chicken and fish and all the necessary dog feed in-between, but I still had major doubts that Ireti was carrying.
Days passed, she was supposed to have given birth if she had anything in her – and nothing was happening. Then Jide had the Vet induce her, and guess what?! Nothing still happened!
I know my name is Faith but I was fast running out of that relevant element – but I wasn’t going to show that, what if it was my Robin? I was going to remain strong. And strong we remained, Ireti inclusive, until she gave birth… to two pups!
Wait, what?! Two! I’ve never heard of a dog give birth to just two! It was a little disappointing – matter of fact, we were in denial for a bit, there must be more! More must be coming, right? Wrong! After a few days had passed, we knew it was going to be just Baale and Bija.
I blamed everything, the male dog Ireti mated with, the weather, life, the food, our village people, maybe our own agitation sef – but I guess what will be will be and we remain grateful for life all-round.
So we present to you, the two precious pups that tested our faith – Baale and Bija.
JIDE AJAYI’S POV:
So it was a cold Sunday morning , I saw her and she was the most adorable Rottweiler pup I had ever seen, smelling really nice if I may add.
Her pedigree name is HIS PEBBLES but I called her írétí, I saw a lot in her, I had and still have a lot of high hopes for her.
Believe it or not, prayers have gone into this pup, a promise of a foundation which will not fail.
Her puppyhood was quite tasking, she didn’t like the leash at all, it took a while and some training before she got used to it, with her it felt like I was experiencing my dog owning days all over again, like I have never owned dogs before, so I may have spoilt her a bit.
Months passed and írétí was a dam (mother) to 6 beautiful pups, for a Rottweiler I was overjoyed, for most who know, Rottweilers are quite tasking when it comes to breeding, but írétí proved that statement wrong.
Two days after whelping, I took ill and was on admission at the hospital for almost a month, all I could think of was írétí and her pups, I almost concluded that the pups wouldn’t survive without me being around.
I was so worried, I almost forgot I needed attention myself, I was in pain and all I had in my head was írétí , her pups and the rest of the pack but my family and friends were there and told me not to worry.
I got discharged and to my surprise my family had helped me out with caring for the dogs, my dogs had missed me a lot, our reunion was epic! I was almost in tears, írétí was looking so fine, you wouldn’t know she had pups except you are very observant, her pups were so large.
Írétí was pregnant again but this time I nearly went crazy, her gestation period was already over 65 days, I didn’t know what to do, I knew if something was not done quick and the pups in her stay there for too long they will die and she might too, so I had a lot going through my mind, my vets had advised me to be patient but told me if she doesn’t pop soon, it’s either labour will be induced or she will undergo C/S. I was so afraid for her life. I would wake 1am, 3am, 5 am just to check how she’s doing.
It was day 69 of her gestation; at this point my mind was just focused on saving her life, she wasn’t eating and it made me remember my Boerboel Chelsea that died during pregnancy; trust me I was traumatized, I had her induced but nothing happened – no labour, nothing at all..
At this point, I was not myself anymore, I couldn’t concentrate on work or anything. I turned to God, yes o, I turned to God… I prayed for írétí and decided to leave everything to God because I was scared of the idea of C/S, but then the option was lingering around.
Lo and behold Day 70 of gestation my írétí had two puppies, I didn’t think they would be alive but there they were with their dam, so fragile but yet so strong – they were alive. I didn’t think these pups will make it at all initially, I didn’t bother about pups anymore, I just wanted my írétí out of danger.
I really appreciate Mr. Emeka Tobi, Dr. Titi Akeredolu, Dr. Sowunmi, Mr. Gideon Odijie, Mr. Kunle Balogun, Mr. Sodiq, Dr. Mike, Dr. Bosun, members of HKRKC. God bless you all.
I knew then that it was a miracle, yes people, a miracle. I named her pups Báale and Bíjá, and oh boy! they are beautiful!
Thanks for reading our rather lengthy story, guys! We could not help it!!! Oh btw, here’s Ireti herself!
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