And . . . ta daaaaa . . . Egg Number 8 has a great big pip! And I really didn't expect very many to hatch at all. Talk about luck!
This morning, my chihuahua/terrier mix was snoozing on her couch when she suddenly jumped off and ran over to the incubator and reared up on it to see in. Yeh, she's on stilts!
I went over to tell her not to do that, and, well, you guessed it . . . Chicklet Number 7 was working her way out of her shell! And Gracie alerted! That dog's too smart for my own good.
I'm going to give her a chance to alert to this last one hatching too, just to see what she does. She insists on giving each one a sniff/kiss when I pick them up!