Perhaps after the cat scored such a decisive victory in the on-going Who’s the Smartest: Bi- or Quadrupeds? games, things have been very quiet on the animal front. Or rather everyone seems to be acting pretty normal for once. The yellow alien is still on my bed and the two purple ones are still in their respective places on the floor. Just as I wrote this, I realized that the furry ring is gone, but I’ve been so alien-focused I can’t say when it disappeared or where it went. With each passing day, Fric is becoming more playful, both alone with toys and with the other dogs. She’s also almost completely integrated in the normal dog routines. However, she still doesn’t want BeeBee anywhere near the pen, but that seems to be more food than puppy-focused. (I plan to test this this weekend.)
Yesterday I put the box on the office rug rather than on the desk while I cleaned the pen, and then I put the puppies on the rug while I changed the bedding in the box. Their eyes are clear now and their staggering is more purposeful even though they trip over their feet and roll over a lot. I can’t say that they fall down because their legs are so short and pudgy and their bodies so big and round that they just sort of tip over. Yesterday the smiling brindle decided it was time to establish a little order and made several attempts to grab the practically nonexistent muzzle of the female. All he succeeded in doing was sliming her face, a fashion faux pas that didn’t bother her in the least. When she continued staggering purposefully passed him, he then decided to grab her a hind leg and only succeeded in sliming it, too. Not that he minded. He then threw himself on the other brindle, perhaps with the idea of taking a nap, but his littermate squirmed out from under him in no time, so he just lay on the floor looking like a smiling beached whale.
Once Frica jumped back in the box and the snack bar opened, they all wanted to be with her. Once I put them in and they’d nursed a bit, they all fell asleep.