Nope.

Nothing yet. Just a fat, spoiled dog, loving all this cuddling, petting and rich milk-making food. When we say things like, "Hey, big mama ... are you gonna make us a puppy today?" or "Pssst... Maggie... when do we get some babies?" or (finally) "Hey. Maggie. You're still fat. What's up with that?" she just flops down and waits to be petted.

I'm beginning to thing she's deliberately not having these puppies!