Regalgoldens Golden Retrievers

Mr. Chocolate Fudge out for a romp! “Titanium” Timing was crucial if her mission stood any chance of success as she assumed her primary position around the back of the target. With the precision and agility of a Navy SEAL, she sprang into action, her lithe, powerful legs churning. One, two, three…..Geronimo! She was in place. And now to explain:   our dear Whitney whose own litter has long since gone to their new homes, is the self-appointed surrogate to not only Sierra’s litter, but also Heidi’s. What she does is run to the far end of the whelping box to attract the puppies’ attention. Once they’re all in place, Whitney runs to the opposite end of the box, leaps up onto the sofa and catapults herself into the whelping box in order to nurse Heidi’s puppies. Occasionally the puppies catch on so Whitney enlists Sierra’s aid as the decoy to allow her the time to get into position to jump into the box. We haven’t quite figured out if Whitney ju...

Fun times outside this week! “The Lap Pool” It can’t be a coincidence. This week But we had to fish Mr. Bunny, one of the group’s beloved stuffed animals, out of the water bowl yet again. Given the repercussions following last week’s apparent hazing incident, we know that the little ones have surely learned to treat all creatures with the kindness and respect they deserve. But as usual, no one is talking so we can only surmise that Mr. Bunny must really just enjoy swimming. As we look around the whelping box at the puppies, we’re beginning to wonder if there’s something about the food or the water they’re getting, but several of Heidi’s pups appear as though they’re sporting Afros. We can almost hear disco music playing in the background! Their fashion choices aside, the little ones are all gaining well and looking great. Their muzzles are lengthening and are beginning to look a bit more like the adults they will eventually become. Their emotio...

How fast we grow! “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 ...

What fun we have had this week! “The Hazing” They knew it was wrong but everyone was tight-lipped about the incident.  While some avoided making eye contact, a scan of faces, expressions and body language yielded no further clues. This was a rough crowd. The prospect of cooperation was unlikely and further interrogation would prove to be futile. What was evident was that Mr. Bunny, one of the pack’s beloved stuffed animals was found submerged in the water bowl, the apparent victim of a hazing ritual. Once Mr. Bunny was washed and dried, the puppies made certain to include him in all of their play activities; no doubt their guilty consciences prevailed. There are some things most of us take for granted: like walking on grass. During this week’s introduction of the group to the great outdoors, Mr. Chocolate Fudge was among the first to experience this odd type of ground covering. Fascinated by every sight, smell and sound, he forged a...

Lets Play! “The Mission” She knew her window of opportunity was small. The breakfast rush was over and the rest period had begun. Even the guards were drowsy from their morning indulgence. She surveyed the wall for an apparent vulnerability and quietly thrust herself over it. Once on the other side, she paused and listened, her escape thus far undetected. She made her way around the walled enclosure and came upon some steps leading up to a large open area. This was the area the guards were lounging in but they appeared to be fast asleep. She climbed the stairs and made her way through. She was somewhat nervous, pausing for a brief bathroom break before pressing on and assessing the avenues available to her. It was at that moment when a large human appeared, stepped over Whitney, Heidi and Sierra, all fast asleep and oblivious to the goings on and apprehended Miss Kahlua in the foyer. Her freedom was short-lived, but she had to try. She’d heard ...

We are a cute bunch! “Pick Me!” The sound is unmistakable. It can happen at any time throughout the day or night. Sometimes it’s a howl but at other times it sounds like a baby crying. And that’s our cue. Heidi’s litter has progressed to the point where they crave extra attention. The little ones are becoming more responsive to their environment, reacting to every sight and sound, watching us very intently as we move around the whelping box. It’s a challenge to reach in without having a herd of little feet anchoring the very towel we’re trying to swap out. Their tiny voices call out as if to say “pick me, pick me!” No longer content hobnobbing with their littermates, they relish being picked up and caressed, all the while nibbling on our noses and bathing us with little puppy kisses. These are among the blissful moments that make our journey worthwhile. Now that the whelping box has an extension, the puppies have room to run laps. They ...

Play, play, play... “The Bouffant” It was a cool October day. There was a gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the sun’s rays danced in and out between the clouds. Off in the distance a bird was chirping and there was the occasional crackle from the c rusty carcass of a dried leaf as it tumbled to the ground. This was the perfect day for Whitney’s litter of seven and Sierra’s litter of five to come together for their long awaited mega-playtime. Everyone looked their best, albeit Mr. Raven’s mane appears to have a perpetual static charge so that it always looks like he has a bouffant hairdo and may be in need of some gel to tame it. That didn’t slow him down in the least as he set forth to get better acquainted with Miss Cosmopolitan from Sierra’s litter. In the meantime, Mr. Sapphire chased after Miss Kahlua whose adventures took them to the remote corners of the rock garden. The two moms acted as chaperones for this get-together, but in...