Boji has taken a new approach to feeding the pups in the last few days. She stands up. She walks in the X pen, and puts this look on her face like a bored teenager. It’s like a drive up window at the fast food joint, but there is only one thing on the menu, milk, and zero chance of getting the damn order wrong. In, out. Wham, bam.
Following a meal, the pups usually lie down and sleep. Not unlike myself at thanksgiving dinner. What’s next on the agenda for these guys, a Dallas Cowboys game? Maybe catch a few AKC commercials and a growl at Caesar Milan.
When they wake up from the nap, within five minutes, the place smells like a locker room. Overwhelming. How a four pound dog is able to generate this much stink should be a research topic at some university.
Paper patrol continues, as does the saucer feeding. Certainly one of the highlights of raising a litter. When Dawn rings the dinner bell, “Puppy puppy puppy” they come running in like an Olympic athlete, jumping hurdles, running over the top of one another, and plunging into the saucer. Someone is going to pull a hamstring.
Laundry also continues at an alarming pace. I have gotten lacsidaisical about sorting however. I now have pink socks, and underwear. Most of the pups don’t mind, but Her Serene Highness The Princess of Monaco demands clean WHITE bath towels. Can you imagine if we had an Elizabeth Taylor in the litter? Eek!
I am including a collage of head shots taken today. Digital photography is the only way to go. If your still shooting film, your still listening to eight tracks, and listening to disco. Keep on Truckin’ folks!!
Following a meal, the pups usually lie down and sleep. Not unlike myself at thanksgiving dinner. What’s next on the agenda for these guys, a Dallas Cowboys game? Maybe catch a few AKC commercials and a growl at Caesar Milan.
When they wake up from the nap, within five minutes, the place smells like a locker room. Overwhelming. How a four pound dog is able to generate this much stink should be a research topic at some university.
Paper patrol continues, as does the saucer feeding. Certainly one of the highlights of raising a litter. When Dawn rings the dinner bell, “Puppy puppy puppy” they come running in like an Olympic athlete, jumping hurdles, running over the top of one another, and plunging into the saucer. Someone is going to pull a hamstring.
Laundry also continues at an alarming pace. I have gotten lacsidaisical about sorting however. I now have pink socks, and underwear. Most of the pups don’t mind, but Her Serene Highness The Princess of Monaco demands clean WHITE bath towels. Can you imagine if we had an Elizabeth Taylor in the litter? Eek!
I am including a collage of head shots taken today. Digital photography is the only way to go. If your still shooting film, your still listening to eight tracks, and listening to disco. Keep on Truckin’ folks!!
And remember to click the photos for the full size view!!
C YA
C YA
3 comments:
Where did the old blog go? I haven't checked in for a few days.
Tom, the pups look great. Your writing is hysterical. Looks like you're doing a great job.
Thank you. I appreciate the comment on the blog, I really do. And as for doing a great job, thank you again. We dont have years and years of breeding under our belt, so we read as much as we can, talk to Sue who does, and rely on some common sense for other issues. Also, I could not have EVER done this without Dawn.
And sorry to anyone who tried to comment on this blog and was not able. I had a setting wrong. All should be ok now. (I am sure your all at the ready with your finger on the "Send" button)
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