Man, I am going to get NOTHING done for the next seven weeks. I could sit and stare at these puppies 24/7. I really had no idea that I would enjoy being a breeder this much. I enjoyed the Narnians when they were here, and I adored Koosh, but it really IS different when the babies are “your own.”
Everyone is getting some time in the living room with The Hubby and I in the evening (much to Whiskey’s dismay). It is clearly a very stressful time for them:
Next week, I’ll lay a blanket down on the living room floor and let them crawl around a bit, and make gentle introductions to their aunts and uncles. Magnum and Saphira are both fascinated with the babies. Elli is moderately curious. Ian could not care less.
Last night’s scent stimulation consisted of jasmine-scented puppy shampoo and peanut butter. No one cared much about the shampoo (which they will have closer experience with when they get a little older); everyone except Tryst was pretty interested in the peanut butter. Tryst was too sleepy after her visit to the milk bar to be bothered.
Meanwhile, The Princess is spending much time learning at the Queen’s knee:
Give her another couple of weeks and she’ll be ready to conquer the world.