Almost Friday,,,

Last night was Halloween. One of the neighbors came to the door looking for trick or treats, or Dalmatian pups. I doubt he would be saying this is he knew how much cleaning up the pups are at this stage of the game. Making a mess has become their stock in trade. If they are not peeing, they are pooping. And when they are finished with THAT activity, they shred newspaper.

They do have a limited activity level. We shuttle them between a couple of X pens we have set up in the house. When one is full of pups, the other is empty. Empty in a sense that there are no dogs in it. What it IS full of shouldn’t be too difficult to figure out.

Just when you think you might be out of the woods in the worry department, and you have conquered one source of apprehension, another one is on deck, just waiting to pummel you into submission. This week’s topic? Placing the pups. I know they are going to good homes, and I know Sue has done a good job with the interview process. But handing over one of the pups from my first litter is going to be tough. I think I would much rather have a root canal.

Well, I gotta run. Time to feed the pups. It looks like the food fight from Animal House here after the nightly feeding frenzy. Actually, if you were to believe Dawn, and who does, they are neater than I am at the dinner table. I don’t by it. I don’t get food in my hair.,,,,,

C YA