We visited the puppies again today. They have increased even more in cuteness and most of them are now busy making trouble. The tricolours are the most troublesome, followed by the lightest merle and the chicken-clucker from last time.

What do we mean by troublesome? Oh, you know, attacking shoes, marauding fingers, mauling pant cuffs, stealthily dispatching rogue and potentially dangerous ears of sleeping siblings, frenetically attacking speaker wire and power cords. Anything will do really. And their bites are the real deal now, with their tiny needle teeth.

Hershey, their mom, dropped by for a quick visit, but she can barely stand their wicked ways. A quick, black fly-like feeding to drain her slowing milk supply and she’s out of there.

Many loved to be cuddled. Even the most placcid can, when all of her siblings are sleeping, turn teddy bear killer.
Jon was a little less at ease this time around, not because of any individual pup, but by the wave of them, always in motion. He was charmed by their yips and whines, as they expressed themselves.

Three more weeks to go…