
We had one, a real prima donna, who would pee her puppies, fine. But she'd have NOTHING to do with the other, well beneath her, to the point that litter all had such a hard time. They were groaning and try as I could with wipes, cotton wool, you name it, most of the time unless gravity intervened, they were clearly constipated. I'd be sitting them in warm water to see if I could stimulate them to produce. Thankfully eventually they were able to help themselves. I only ever took the one litter from that bitch - the other thing that drove me nuts with her was her wanting out of the box but once out, after the puppies had all fed and settled down, she'd stand outside the box and squeak at them, waking them all up. The poor dear was clearly divided between being a mum (and generally, overall she was a good one) and not wanting to be a mum. She did give me a good litter, 2 of which we kept and one went on to produce what was probably our best ever litter. But the getting there wasn't seemless.