I missed updating about the last 2 puppy parties so I'm going to do that now. Kir from our last litter is now named Charley and his fabulous new family are caretakers of a farm. We've gone up to play a few times now and here's the proof!
Our first puppy party was a bright and sunny day and I had the sunburn to prove it!
Attendees were Charley and Ruger and parents (human and canid).
I've been slacking a LOT with the updates but around this time last month (October 5th to be exact) I was on Lana'i for the mouflon hunt and finally got a chance to meet up with Ben who bought a puppy named Bruce from us last year autumn.
Bruce was also known as The Boss and people mistakenly believe he's named after Mr. Springstein. In fact he is actually named after the shark from Jaws. Clever, I know.
Bruce was a bruiser of a little boy when I shipped him out; an escape artist and a little bit of a crier but terribly affectionate with the tiniest of tails. He was about 16+ pounds at 11 weeks old and a solid little guy.
It has come to pass that our dogs really like having babies and our girl busted her way out of the kennel one day and approximately 63 days later we have the cutest puppies ever. Since this kennel busting thing is becoming a problem we are most likely going to be fixing either one of our Brits so this will likely be the last time we will be having any puppies.
The babies are 6 weeks old and ready to go already; tearing up birds and sweetly worming their way into laps and arms of all kinds.
Now that all the little rascals have gone to bed be with their new parents we have a little time to breathe and take a quick re-cap on this past hunting season for us Brits. Mama was pregnant but nobody knew until most of the way through the season when she started to swell up like a fuzzy little balloon and began to waddle around. It didn't stop her from going though! Mama's gotta hunt!