Dog’s Birth Turned Into a Genetic Circus That No Textbook Could Explain

Lola Wasn’t Herself Anymore

Dr. Greene clearly remembered Lola from her last appointment bouncing around the room like a wind-up toy, eager for every scratch and pat. That version of her was gone now. The dog that walked through the door looked nervous and tired. Lola’s breathing was sharp, her pacing nonstop.

Her eyes kept flicking toward Mrs. Thompson, as if asking for help. It didn’t take long for Dr. Greene to recognize the signs. Labor had started, and it wasn’t creeping in slowly. He turned to his team without a word. They moved into position while Mrs. Thompson knelt beside her girl. The calm was gone. Now it was time to act.

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