l => r: brindle boy, black&brindle boy, gold girl, brindle girlThey are four days old today. Life so far has consisted of Rumor's tender and careful attentions, nursing (resulting in impressive weight gains), and charming explorations. While their sleep-cycle is dominated by twitching, the movements when awake are hysterical. They look a bit like hamsters (albeit with tails), move a bit like lizards (legs out to the side, pushing along), and sound sorta like cats (the noises crack me up). Rumor's ability to ignore their "I'm lost!" protestations from under rail or when futilely seeking a nipple on her backside sets an example for me to follow. The puppies are "on their own" for getting around; finding warmth or food or a cooler spot no longer gets any assistance.
Other than increasing Ru's meals, washing bedding twice a day, and providing door-man service, she continues to need very little from me. I am taking her for a walk a couple of times a day, and while she seems happy to get out for a few minutes is ready to race back to her treasures by the end.
The puppies have started their neurological stimulation, including novel scent articles daily, but mostly they alternate between piling up for naps and wrestling matches for the best nipples. Their eyes will start to open next week, so this is the end of flash-photography for a while.
Truth be told, I'm helplessly smitten with them.
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