I'm sorrowed to admit its not going to be a problem. The sebbie got killed. I feel so bad, but I didn't quite get our bedroom door shut (our master closet is my bator/tiny baby incubator room) and I had the two goslings in there. The mail lady came honking at my door with my hatching eggs, so I went down, and didn't quite get the door latched. Ruby, DD 9 lb 10" shitozoo x jack/beagel had her when I got back 2 minutes later. That was at 3 o'clock. I've been just sick about it, and I'm so sad and so is squeeky. He's been with me constandly since I got off work.