The puppies have grown a lot in the last week, and have changed from sleepy little bundles to real rascals with distinct personalities, but I do enjoy their antics. I have to think ahead before I let them out, and make sure that things like T-towels and cats are out of reach, as well as making sure my shoelaces are double knotted so that they can’t pull them undone and trip me up. I have made a ramp from the back door onto the patio, so at least I can take them outside for short periods to let off some steam. They are very good at following me, coming to my call of “pup, pup, pup” which is a similar sound to that of the recall whistle, and I’m amused by the sight of all ten little horrors heading flat out towards me for all the world like a swarm of hobbits with their big hairy feet.
They are now weaned off Shona, but she still likes to see them and have a play with them, as well as sorting out any arguments, so (don’t laugh) dressing her up in an old bathing costume means that the pups can’t get at her teats, and they have readily accepted this new situation.
I’ve wormed the puppies for the second time this week, and will worm them again before they leave for their new homes. I’ve also booked them in to be microchipped and to have their first vaccinations when they are seven weeks old.
