We've survived three weeks with our new family members and we're all doing fine. It sure has caused a change in our schedule tho'. They wind down and head for their kennel at dark, which is currently about 6:30pm and get up with the sun (ick! about 6am). They try so hard not to mess in the kennel that we try to get up right away and get them outside. Our big problem is that they stay on the veranda and our house is on stilts. They are terrified of the steps, so we carry them up and down. They're both fairly small, but getting heavy fast. Shannon was next to the smallest female in the litter and Rusty was the smallest male. I hope everyone who bo't one of these pups is as thrilled with theirs as we are. Of course they're absolutely beautiful, but also so much fun. Art chose Stannon because she seemed so shy and snuggled right up to him. Ha! She starts out shy and then becomes a crazed little fury, attacking her brother ruthlessly. Rusty gets his licks in too, but is basically calmer. I started to say he's quieter, but not true. She growls when they play, but Rusty barks. It started as a yip, but he's getting his big boy voice and surprises even himself with a regular bark. For the first time, today Bailey and Rusty played together. They each got down with their fannies in the air, waiting to see who'd flinch first. Then they barked and took off on a run around the veranda. Bailey chasing the pup. I couldn't stop laughing. Poor Bailey has seemed so put upon by having his peaceful life disrupted, but as we'd hoped, I feel they're going to become a family too.
This week I plan to buy fencing & posts to build a small yard so they'll have a little more freedom. It should also be a place where Bailey can finally be off a lead. We take them out into the big yard and use bits of bacon to try to keep them close, but they're getting too brave and independent. Everything takes time and lots of love. We have lots of both, so trudging on. Blessings