The little boyz are up on their feet. Their eyes are not open, but they are making their way to some unknown place — drunken, staggering — but they are on their way. There was a brief moment this morning when I saw Chase in Abel and caught my breath. I’m looking forward to seeing him trot. They have discovered that if it’s cool, they can burrow between two quilted pads located over the warming pad. The first time they did it, I thought Phoebe had thrown them overboard. Speaking of the Phebe, she is healing well and taking great care of her kids.
I think I might be glad there are just two puppies (aside from disappointing puppy buyers, and not getting a girl to keep) — an easy breaking-in since the last litter in 1978.
