Thank you, Vicky.
The first is obviously Bailey "training" Angel. Angel was the first born (by about 15 minutes, lol,) and was the most active, closely followed by the black one you see. I don't know where the name "Angel" came from. I decided to not try to name them because I knew I couldn't keep them, and it just seemed right to let the new owners name them whatever they wanted. But "Angel" popped into my mind, so I used it while she was here.
Many dogs will "fight" with your hand. Bailey does that a lot. So I felt that she was "training" Angel in the art of self-defense. They would do that often.
The second is all 4 on their bed (my old bred, lol.) I even got a high-5 from "Blackie" at 12 seconds in. The White with a brown ear was first pup, a female. Next was the White with Black, a male. The two black ones are one male, one female. The only way I could tell them apart was that the male had noticeably whiter fur under his chin.
They were a ton of fun and put me in my place. As they got older, they, of course, became more active. I covered my bed with a heavy comforter, then a waterproof cover over that. As they got older and bigger, they outgrew the box I started them in. That meant, of course, they were big enough to climb out of it, lol. So I just left them on the bed. There is a mirror on the bedroom door. When it is half open, I can see the bed from down the hall, and vice versa. So they could hear me coming down the hall and would gather on the edge of the bed. I always thought they were glad to see me as I came into the room. But, then I realized, they weren't crazy about me, they saw me as
FOOD! lol.
Feeding them was a serious challenge. After a certain point, (4 weeks?) you start feeding them "puppy milk." I found Esbilac. Then after a couple weeks, you start making it thicker to start the change to solid food. So I kept them on that until I took them to the Humane Society. I found a double dish on Amazon that came with a rubber pad to catch spills.
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The trick was getting the food to the pups without spilling everything all over. They would anxiously watch me coming in the mirror. Then, when I'd round the corner, they'd go nuts. I learned early on (first time, lol) that I couldn't fill the dishes in the kitchen and carry it into the bedroom. Actually, whatever I tried was a battle. Basically, it's not the best idea to get between a puppy and her food, lol. I mean they would grab my arms and try to climb up to the bowls (or pull them down, lol.)
So, as soon as I reached the bed, they were jumping all over. I couldn't even set the tray down due their aggressive jumping and clawing, lol. I finally learned to make the dish in the kitchen, then carry it all into the bedroom. I could set the rubber pad down, then lower the food dishes through a frenzy of pups, where they would devour the first in about 3 seconds while i was still trying to set the second dish down, lol. It was really fun and laughter watching them feed. I missed a clip opportunity there.
I'll always miss them. I really think it would have been cool to be able to keep all of them. Thank you again, Vicky, for "making me" keep them. I wanted to get rid of Bailey as soon as I knew she was pregnant. There was no way I felt I could handle 4 or 5 pups. But "Barbarella" Vette stood over me with her whip and made damn sure I kept them. And, in the end? I'm glad I did (Vette knows best?
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