"Ant," Izzi gave me a worried look. Her face was illuminated by the glow of her phone. "Eliza's going into labor."
The whines of my dalmatian came from the whelping box that had been set up in the corner of the living room.
"What? She's gonna have the puppies?" I gave her a wideyed look. Eliza wasn't supposed to give birth for another week.
Izzi was already by the box, calming Eliza down. "It's alright, Mama. It's okay." She said softly.
There was a splash and a yelp. "Ant! Her water just broke."
"Okay." I grabbed my cell-phone and dialed up the vet's number.
"Ant? She's starting to push out the first one." Izzi's voice was level.
I grabbed a towel and tossed it to her.
Eliza whined again, but it was soft.
"Good job, Mama." Izzi's voice became cheery. "Now, push again."
I knelt by her side, feeling awkward. Izzi was leaned over the box, petting Eliza gently.
"Turn on the heat lamp." She ordered.
Then one came, and then another.
Izzi was a pro, though she was definitely shaking the entire time. She winged it the entire time.