Pupdate 8/21/13: Dewclaws — The angst!! The screaming!!
Oh, the puppies did fine. That was me.
Seriously, I feel SO guilty. I know it’s the standard, I know they risk injury if they keep them, yada yada yada. But I also think there may be an argument for their removal weakening the pasterns, which are not an area of strength in a dwarf breed to begin with; and where Magnum still has his, I’ve seen how he does in fact use them. Still, I opted to remove the Goths’ dewclaws. And by “remove the Goths’ dewclaws,” I totally mean I asked Kate to come and do it, while I held the puppies and scrinched my eyes up and tried not to look at the butchering going on. They came through the ordeal just fine, and even Whiskey didn’t seem overly bothered when she came back from the walk I made The Hubby take her on while we did the deed.
Otherwise, the babies are all fat, sleek, sassy, and healthy, and Whiskey continues to be a great mom. Scent stimulation for the day was comprised of pickle juice and peppermint extract. The puppies were unimpressed with the pickles, but they were pretty excited about the peppermint. It is SO COOL to see the little gears in their brains start turning as they twitch their noses and try to figure out what is in front of their faces.