Four little puppies lying in the bed, one rolled over and the little one said…I’m crowded, rooooollllll over, three little puppies lying in the bed……………….
I was reminded today that I’ve been away from my Blog for a couple of weeks and it’s definitely time to return. This week was moving out time for my litter of mini Aussies and what fun to see them going into such terrific homes. Little Addie already has her new owner trained to throw a ball and wake up at all hours to go for puppy walks, Paddy is crossing the border into Hoosier land, and when skin Daddy says jump, Phoebe jumps! What fun lies ahead!!
Puppies at eight weeks are just right to send to their new families. They are eating well, have had time to learn puppy manners from their litter mates and mommy and are at a stage in their development where their allegiance is easy to transition to someone new. Plus, I enjoy those last two weeks of really getting to know their personalities and seeing them grow.
After Phoebe, the last to leave, took off for northern Kentucky, it was time to rearrange the puppy area. I was reminded of when I rearranged my daughter’s room as a child and she went from a crib to big girl bed. I opened the play area back into one large pen so Rosie and Swagger can be roommates. Rosie was as attached to the puppies as they were to her, so both of them may need a little comforting.
I also opened the door and let my big dogs downstairs and I watched Izzy, mama dog. She is an awesome girl and I sure hate losing her ability to have puppies, but she will be spayed this Fall. When her puppies were first born, I could watch her count them after she’d gone out to potty. Her nose would move from one to the other to be sure they were all there and then she’d settle herself to lie down. Today when she came down the stairs, she went to the puppy pen to count and I saw a little look of confusion in her eyes. Of course, she will be fine because that is the way animal life works (and ours too actually). She did her job, she raised them well, she taught them the lessons she had learned and then they move on to live their own lives. Hmmm….I think I’ve been there with my skin children.
Ike, my pack leader, is now lying quietly in the basement with his family all around. We are a happy pack 🙂