Camp!

The pups are home from camping with Sue. Everyone had fun and as far as I can tell, and nobody got homesick. I went to camp once when I was a kid, and hated it. The food sucked, the cots sucked worse, and the camp counselor was a jerk who thought he was training us for some communist invasion. We were about twelve years old.

It was cold outside when I picked the pups up from Sues this afternoon, and the pups got a chance to ask themselves the same question I have been asking myself for a number of years. What are you doing living in this state? Within a month, we might have enough snow on the ground to actually lose a puppy in a drift. I’m thinking Florida or California.

The first puppy placements are going to happen this weekend. Spencer is going to Joe, Kay, and their son, Marko. Marko will enjoy having a puppy at home. What goes together better than a boy and his dog?

Sherman will be going to Deb and her family in Rochester. I have a bit of a soft spot for this guy, as my first Dal is a patch. He was also the first to walk, first to escape the whelping box, first to take a dump on my living room carpet, etc.

I hope the new owners will keep in touch with me throughout the life of these dogs, and send lots of photos often. Sending my first litter of pups out into the world will be a difficult proposition.

I never had children, but if I had, I would be the father cleaning my shotgun at the kitchen table when the boys came over to take my daughter out……..

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