It's hard to believe that seven weeks ago, we spent a few hours on a Sunday morning in the vet's office, delivering the black puppies by C-section (the two livers were born naturally). They were so helpless and seemingly fragile as we worked frantically to get them revived and breathing on their own. Well, they're breathing fine today! This has been a really great litter. As I've mentioned so many times before, they're really uniformly good from top to bottom in attitude and behaviors. Everyone likes to retrieve. Everyone checked out the water today (3 inches of water and leaves where our swimming pool was this summer). Everyone is interested in cats. Everyone likes to chase Noah and chew on him.
This was our last full week with the whole crew. They start to leave on Wednesday, and within a couple weeks we'll be down to just one puppy ("Stuart" will be going to Australia next summer). We'll miss these guys—it's been a couple years since we've had puppies around the house, and I've missed the fun and chaos of having them here. But they're ready to go to their new homes—to fill their new owners lives with joy, love, and the occasional puppy bite. For those of you who can't wait, here's another set of pictures on a wonderful November Sunday in Wisconsin.
Enjoy them!
