Well, the puppies will be fifteen weeks old tomorrow… so I figured it was about time for a puppy picture update. 🙂 Damon and I took the Chihuahuas out into the yard while the girlie was at my parents. He kept them from mobbing me (which, if I try to take photos of them without him there, happens 100% of the time and makes photographs impossible), and I snapped a few shots of them ripping around.
So… without further ado, here is Marnie (our Champion long coat), Rooty Toot (mommy to the puppies), and Alice & Deedee (the pups):
As I’d mentioned a while ago now, we had hopes of heading out for a puppy (and people) playdate with my friend Yolanda. Unfortunately we got rained out and had to postpone. Fortunately, the weather was perfect today. 🙂 And, as promised, I tried to be less of a hovering mother hen, and more of a stand-back-and-take-photos kinda gal. So without further ado, our family playdate:
Thank you so much for having us all over Yolanda. It really was a fabulous afternoon, and a much needed break from all the overtime hours I’ve been putting in lately. 🙂 Very much looking forward to doing it again soon.
Okay, the only thing cuter than three and a half week old puppies, are three and a half week old puppies mucking about in the yard. So… how could I NOT take pictures? Seriously. I was compelled to capture their little romp. It simply had to be done.
The older of the girls, Alice is white with black spots and tan markings. Though she is older, she is the smaller of the two. She is currently weighing in at .434 kg (15.3 oz).
Alice is the more laid back of the two girls. Content to sit and be loved upon by the many who adore her. She’s happy to go exploring, but likes the reassurance that comes from knowing mommy is near by. She’s a lot like her Daddy, Ned.
When they were brand new, Deedee, our black tri-coloured puppy, always seemed so big compared to her sister. That difference is minimal now. Currently weighing .454 kg (16.0 oz), she actually looks smaller than Alice… apparently black actually is slimming.
Deedee is very much like her momma, Roo. Always busy. Always going. Always getting into something. Sure, she loves her cuddles – but they have to be on her terms or she’ll wiggle her little butt right out of there.
Today, I am mentally and physically exhausted. A perfect day to share puppy pictures – because otherwise you’d be stuck reading me grouse about it. 😉 And well, as I’m bound and determined to choose joy, this is a good chance for me to do so. While I’m feeling completely thrashed, there’s still so much to be thankful for, so much to take joy in.
With that in mind, here are a few puppy pictures!
The pictures are from the eighth, so are a few days old. But I didn’t think you’d mind too much. Will try to snap some new ones soon. 🙂 Maybe during a trip outside.
Wow. Seriously. This has been a crazy few days. The puppies are now three days old. Born early, and catching us unprepared. Unfortunately the very first puppy didn’t make it. Damon found Roo trying to bury it in her bed early on the morning of the 22nd. That’s when he phoned me (and where was I? a couple hours away getting ready for the ring, at a dog show in Regina).
I was a complete wreck that morning. And I’m sure Damon was too. Somehow we made it through though, and have three lovely LIVE puppies. One of the people at the show even commented to me in the afternoon (when I was feeling much happier having learned that we had healthy babies) that I was a completely different person than I had been in the morning. And yeah. I have to say, I felt like a different person by the afternoon. If you’d asked anyone who saw me, I was falling apart that A.M.. I didn’t know whether to throw up, to cry, or to roll into the fetal position… so what did I do? I cried, pulled myself together, took my dog Marnie into the ring, won another point towards her championship, went back to the hotel, and cried some more. And then cried again once the news became overwhelmingly happy.
That day really was a rollercoaster of ups and downs. Losing a puppy, having three live puppies, almost losing a puppy (thanks again to my fabulous Chihuahua friends for their advice and support, and to my amazing husband who was a total rockstar and brought him back safely).
The hardest thing about Monday the 23rd was the waiting. It was the last day of the dog show, and DH felt he had everything under control. So I had stayed in Regina. I didn’t get back into Saskatoon until around 5:30 or 6:00 – which just felt like forever. I couldn’t wait to see our new babies. And they didn’t disappoint. I’m going to see if Damon will take a picture of one of them in my hands – so you can see just how tiny and precious they are. Seriously, until you hold a three ounce puppy in your hand, it’s hard to really imagine such a tiny perfect little life.
Today was back to absolutely craziness. Because the puppies were early, we weren’t set up for them at all. So today was all about calling vets, a flurry of shopping all over town, with a last minute vet trip thrown in for good measure. And making sure we were home every couple of hours in between it all to ensure that the tiny boy pup was getting plenty of chances to nurse… because Roo has been picking him up and taking him OFF to make more room for the girl puppies. She is getting better about letting him nurse though – so I have hopes that soon we won’t have to intervene on his behalf.
Sooo… it feels awfully good to be able to lay in bed next to my sleeping girlie and see our little nursery set-up right next to the bed. Finally. 🙂
So yesterday I didn’t post my photo. Sorry everyone. I wasn’t feeling great in the evening, and by the time we got home from doing a bit of grocery shopping (that we had to stop early because of how I felt) I just crashed right out. I did take a picture though, so am posting it now. 🙂 Believe it or not our little pumpkin head is still in one piece on our front step. LOL I guess he doesn’t have to join his “friends” in the compost just yet. 😉
Now onto something more serious…
I’m always surprised at the comments that people feel completely entitled to make as long as it’s prefaced with “I’m not racist, but…” or “I’m not homophobic, but…” or “I’m not _____, but…”. To some degree I’ve come to expect things like this from earlier generations, it still bothers me BUT I’ve come to accept it. I don’t agree with it, but I realize there is likely little I will do to change their views. However, to hear this from someone who is younger than I am just shocks me. Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it does.
Why do I bring this up? It’s been bugging me for a few days. I was having a polite conversation with an acquaintance who prefaced a statement with one of the aforementioned qualifiers… then proceeded to blurt out several racist stereotypes (which I won’t repeat). I probably had a completely dumbfounded look on my face as I stood there in shock for what felt like an eternity, because he nudged me and asked “ya know?”
Well… actually? I don’t know.
I really thought this type of thing was something people my age (and especially those younger than me) had moved beyond. The idea that someone who would have grown up in the same culture I had would still be holding onto ideas like this just totally threw me for a loop. You can complain about a specific person, a specific incident, without complaining about an entire race of people who are as diverse and eclectic as night and day.
I actually debated about whether to blog this or not. The fact that I’m still bothered by it a few days later is what decided it for me. It really hurt my heart. I hope these things aren’t something my daughter ever has to hear. The only “I’m not ____, but…” she should ever be faced with is this:
I’m not vegan, but I can’t argue with vegan baked goods… DELISH!
My rant over, here’s a picture for today. Marnie (the cream and white Chihuahua puppy) tattling that the other Chihuahuas (blue tri-colour Roo and black tri-colour Ned) won’t share the pillow.
Today I just thought I’d share a new layout with you all. The kit I used is called Built-in Playmate and is a collaboration between Kat’s Creations and another designer. As a member of Kat’s Creative Team, I had early access to the kit so got to play with it before it was released.
April Fools? Nah… just a Chihuahua. 😉
Took Roo out for a walk today. Just down the block and back… then let go of her leash and let her tear around the front yard. It’s just what she does. This girl loves to run. Makes me wish they did coursing for Chihuahuas. LOL She definitely has a need for speed. 😀
Poor Roo… it’s bath day, and she’s not happy about it. But she’s a good little girl, and does her best to put her chin up.
My only problem, was I couldn’t decide which version I liked best. LOL The first is the unedited image, the second has the colour punched up a notch, and the third is sepia. I wanted it to be clear how disconcerting Roo found this entire exercise. Poor Chihuahua in the bathtub soaking in the suds, while mean old mommy takes a picture. 😉 So… which do you like? I recommend clicking on each to see a larger version before weighing in. 😀
As I’ve said time and again, don’t leave your children alone with your dogs. Kids often mean well, but can be overwhelming. They don’t exhibit great body control, and they don’t understand dog language (many adults have trouble interpreting it, so to expect your child to do so isn’t fair). My own wee girlie loves her dogs very much, but for their safety and hers, I would never leave them alone together. So while they may be adorable in a picture, life is rarely picture perfect.
Lily-Ann loves Roo… and Roo loves Lily-Ann. But this particular cuddle session went on too long. So I rewarded Rooty-Toot with a “good calming signal Roo”, gave her a scritch and set her free for some zooming. Lily-Ann’s sadness was explained away with “Roo is still just a puppy at heart sweetie. She loves your cuddles, but was ready for a run. Why don’t you throw a toy for her?” And once again, all were happy in the kingdom of toddler and dog. 😉