The last of the babies (that’s is leaving) has just gone out the door. He had an ear up this morning, had a wild romp with Holmes and Nola, and the ear is at airplane position again. George has agreed to feed raw. I think when people see how healthy the puppies are, it makes that decision easier. Since Victor has spent time with George on three different days in the last week, he had no question about “Who’s your daddy?” Bye, little guy — I’ll miss you. I’ll need lots of photos and descriptions of your escapades.