Sometimes I'll look at these puppies and have a hard time believing that, just seven months ago, they didn't exist in any form . Each puppy has his or her own personality, invents little games, gets jealous... Joey (Spot) will even pretend to potty instead of actually pottying if he thinks it will get him indoors to play sooner! They're a bit more independent, but still can't have full run of the house or yard or be left out of their crates unsupervised for more than about fifteen minutes at a time (unless I want to clean up big messes!).
The puppies love to chew on things:
Their favorite thing to chew on is the cardboard box I use to barricade them in the kitchen:
Second favorite is rags (yes, they have real, store-bought chew toys):
I had to put a piece of plywood inside the box because the puppies had made holes big enough to climb through:
I used to keep the box in place with these two five-pound hand weights. Now I have to use two eight-pound hand weights set on a low step ladder:
Another reason the puppies can't be left alone is that they try to chew the cabinets too:
Naughty puppy!:
Lizzie made this funny face when I made a funny noise. Her face is always funny I guess, but the noise got her to look up and hold still:
I lengthened all the puppies' playtimes and naptimes by half an hour each so that we have one less of each. After a two hour playtime, they're usually ready to go to bed, even Spot. I liked how he was all propped up and ready for naptime here:
One thing that helps tire the puppies out is running in the yard. (They still pick up bits of bark mulch and things, and I'm still afraid they'll choke, but they really, really need the exercise, and I'm still uncomfortable taking them off the property on the leash.):
Face plant!:
And he's okay, folks!:
I absolutely love this picture:
The boys still get rough with Lizzie now and then, which is another reason I can't leave them alone for very long:
Picking up bits of bark mulch:
Zoom in on this one and look at Lizzie's attack face:
Little Mouse!:
Max likes to assert that the box is his, first and foremost:
Poor Lizzie!:
And there's a challenger!:
I like to line the puppies' crates up on the patio and then pop open the doors one after the other and watch the puppies shoot out and across the lawn!:
Joey lies down on the job a lot. He's kind of fat. I hope he's okay. He's starting to resemble Ginger (the puppies' mom), with his floppy ears, forehead wrinkles, and lumpy eyebrows:
Lizzie is so skinny! Compared to the boys, she's light as a feather:
But she can still hold her own in a fight:
More kitchen play time:
Here, the grass is wet from rain or sprinklers, so the puppies don't want to do their potties on it:
Joey discovers he can lick water drops off the potty pen:
Max really wants to go inside!:
Lizzie's doing her squinty eyes, the "sad puppy face" of last resort:
The puppies are getting better at sitting still on people's laps. (On my lap at least.):
Whenever I hold one puppy, the others get jealous:
And even fight over who's next:
I love these puppies:
Have a nice day!
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