No, that isn’t his name, but where he was born! Cyda needed to go out after a long night in labour. After she had relieved herself, she started straining and passed her final puppy. I shouted for John to fetch a towel and he held Cyda‘s head whilst I helped the puppy from his birth sac and cleared his airway. Then we went back to the whelping chair to clean him up and give him his first feed. I have known this to happen before, and maybe I should have had the foresight to take a towel with me, but as I said, it was a long night, with very little sleep. The puppy in question is the second ruby from the left, with the white blaze.