Don't smell crotches, don't eat plants.Don't steal food or underpants.
Don't eat my socks, don't grab my hair...
DON'T RIP THE STUFFING FROM THAT CHAIR!
Don't eat those peas, don't touch that bush,
Don't chew my shoes, what IS this mush?!?
Eat your cookies, drink your drink,
Outta the toilet! Outta the sink!
AWAY FROM THE LITTER BOX, IT'S FOR THE CAT!
(and must you kiss me after that?!?)
Raising a puppy is not for the lazy,
Those rugrats are funny but also quite crazy.
Don't despair through the toil and the strife,
'Cause after three years you'll get back your life!
So let's go for walkies, so you can do your "thing",
And maybe I'll get back my good diamond ring!
Rosie's litter was born between noon and 6 pm of September
1, 1999. We have 5 boys, 2 girls, all brindles. 2 of the boys are
flashy, the others have minimal white. Most of the puppies weighed
16 ounces, with one big boy at 20 ounces and 2 smaller pups. Rosie
had an easy whelp, and is trying to figure out this motherhood business.
7 puppies are a challenge to feed, so we have a warming pad in the
box, keeping the pups nursing in 2 shifts (less fighting for the
desirable teats that way.) Rosie is totally fixated on the pups for
now, only eating and drinking if I bring it to her. Hopefully, the
novelty will wear off soon and she will be easier to get to eat! For
now, we are both sleep deprived as we make sure no puppies get
squished, and everybody gets a full tummy.
The puppies at 1 week old, and the 2 flashy boys.
The puppies at 3 weeks. Rosie is much less obsessive of them, and prefers to sleep most of the night in our bedroom away from them. They are learning to bark, growl and show dominance to their litter mates. Personalities are definately showing! On the right is the small female.
