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“The
Ninja”
We
weren’t exactly sure how she did it, but she stealthily executed the manoeuver
time and time again. It seems as though Sierra is already experiencing
doggie-equivalent visions of lounging on a sandy beach sipping drinks with
umbrellas in them, so it’s no surprise that she doesn’t want to nurse her
puppies as often any more. And that’s where Whitney comes in and our story
begins. Whitney, whose litter had all left the roost except for Mr. Raven, assumed
the role of Godmother. After a time, were finally able to observe how she
accomplished her clandestine feat. First Whitney would run to the far end of
the whelping box to lure the puppies there. Then she would run to the opposite
end, jump up onto the sofa that’s behind the whelping boxes and do a swan dive
into the whelping box, landing nimbly every time just so she could nurse
Sierra’s puppies. There’s certainly something to be said about the generous
nature of Goldens.
But Golden
courtesy didn’t stop there. The gang had a huge playdate with Heidi’s litter
which also included Mr. Raven, the last of Whitney’s litter yet to go home to
his forever family. During the past week, he was their houseguest and Sierra’s
puppies did their utmost to make him feel welcome; from jousting to chases to his
quietly sharing the end of a stick with his pal, Mr. Screwdriver. This was a
tightly knit group and everyone got along famously despite the size
differences. Mr. Grasshopper ran around in circles while Miss Kahlua, Miss
Cosmopolitan and Miss Limoncello were content with cuddles and quiet
socializing. Sierra even took a page out of Whitney’s book by planting herself
in our laps. To add to the congenial atmosphere, the three moms: Heidi, Sierra
and Whitney all provided drinks on the house to any takers irrespective of
whose litter they belonged to!
Sierra’s
puppies were initially quite reserved in their behaviour, but like so many
things in life, that too has changed. Times were they would lie like little
anchors on the towels in the whelping box, seldom stirring. Now they’re at a
stage where those towels have become playthings, so their bedroom is in
complete disarray, resembling that of a rebellious adolescent’s. Fortunately
the weather was somewhat co-operative, so the puppies spent a good deal of time
outside and were even able to enjoy a few picnics outside on the lawn. There’s
nothing like country air to stimulate an appetite. Mind you, this bunch hasn’t
really needed country air to devour anything we put in front of them. And they
have the bellies to prove it.
So to
all of our little ones who have provided us so much joy, laughter and so many cuddles
throughout the past eight weeks, we know that you’ll be loved and no matter
where your journeys take you, “you’ll be in our hearts”.
That concludes this edition of “Puppy Tales”. See you next litter!
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