Soft, sweet, feminine, fluffy, and one blue eye – it’s like a perfect storm of fabulousness. She knows it, too. She’s got to be one of the girliest puppies I’ve ever raised, but she’ll walk right through the bigger boys without a second glance – she’s a bit of a steel magnolia for sure. She’s on her way to one of my favorite owners of all time and she is going to have SO MUCH FUN.
He was one of the last puppies we did, so he was waaaay sleepy and we didn’t get a lot of open-eyes pictures. That’s kind of a pattern with Hugo – he spent the entire day on Saturday upside-down on someone’s knees, so blissfully asleep that he would start sliding slowly toward the floor and not even wake up. Fortunately, she didn’t mind 🙂
Monster sacking out on Meri’s knees while she coos to Milo.
Monster is just a great puppy. He’s big, handsome, stable, knows his own mind but isn’t obnoxious about it.
He’s got what I now think of as a trademark Shade marking on his face – a square blaze on one side and a triangle on the other. Corra from the prior litter has this, only I think reversed? Anyway, it’s super cute.
We love him. He’s going to be a big, solid dude with a heart of gold.
He’s incredibly handsome. He’s incredibly George. Taking his picture lasts four seconds because he hits his mark and you’re done in ten frames. He’s gorgeous. His name is going to be Winston in his new home, but Clooney would work just as well.
Ramona was very sleepy by the time we got to her, so she kept collapsing on me as I tried to take her picture.
Intervention was clearly required.
Ramona is a really neat little puppy. She’s got the highest play drive in the group and she’s always got her mouth on something. She’ll tug eagerly already. She’s on top of the chickens and trying to move them. She’s also very loving and affectionate and gets along with Sammy and Godric and the non-Mom dogs the best of any of them.
She’s the logical choice for us to keep – she’s a workaholic, she’s a girl, she’s a brindle, as far as we know she’s not a coated puppy… but…
CRAP ON A STICK, PEOPLE.
I am so head-over-heels for this puppy that it’s sickening. He is HILARIOUS. His face is like a plush toy. He’s EXPLODING with coat. I want to run away with him to a desert island and live on the rainbows and unicorn tears that radiate from his laughing face.
Heck if I even know what he looks like in terms of conformation, because every time I look at him I just make squeaking noises and bury my face in whatever region is fluffiest that day. I think he’s pretty good, but honestly it’s the fact that he’ll catch my eye, stare at me and then flip himself completely over and bounce back upright and giggle and run away. He’s going to be BAD, and therefore I must love him.
Despereaux was hard to get pictures of today, because he is a maniac. He is SO BRAVE. He knows the entire world adores him and as soon as you put him down he leaps off with great confidence toward parts unknown.
The great thing about him is that not only does he run away, he comes back. He’s the smartest of them all about having his name called; I know he can’t see even close to that far, but he can zero in on your voice from thirty feet away and he’ll come trotting back toward you with his tail wagging.
He’s turning out quite handsome; we believe he’s a true black and white and he’s either fluffy or “fluff-adjacent” as my kids call it.
His big news is that he broke three pounds today, which means he’s not only growing but his growth is accelerating. He suddenly has lovely round bone and fat feet. Even his tail is getting plump! He’s steadily making 2-3 ounces a day now, and he looks bigger every time I peek in the box. You’d now have a hard time picking him out from the girls, who are only a few ounces heavier, and he’s likely to overtake them this week. I am watching for that neck to lengthen out as he catches up with the other boys, but his topline is already strong and his rear looks great. I am now pretty sure that by eight weeks he’s going to be right in the middle of the pack, and will not be a small dog as an adult.
But, let’s face it, even if he’s small he’s going to knock your socks off from sheer force of will!
OK, first – can we just say this ia a seriously cute puppy? Because WOW.
He thinks so too!
When Sarah and Linda came up over the weekend and we did our first little puppy evals, this guy was a big favorite. He’s got a LOVELY sound front, he’s not super big, and he trots EVERYWHERE. He’ll trot rather than walk. Even outside, he was chugging along like he owned the place.
Harold is first on our list for today – my sweet puzzle-piece boy.
He’s a considerate, serious, handsome puppy. He’s very nicely built for performance, with a lovely front and rear and a moderate amount of substance, but he’s not a puppy who forgives himself easily. You say no to him once and he not only stops, he goes under a table to think about things for a while. He doesn’t get nervous or apologetic about it – but you can tell he thinks it’s a big deal.
This makes him extraordinarily well-behaved for such a little guy. We’re pretty sure we know where he’s going, where there’s an older dog he will need to be very polite to, and it’ll be a perfect match. His personality is a new experience in Cardigans for me, because most of my babies live on the ragged edge of chaos and I’m always trying to get them to settle. He’s a lot more like my Dane puppies were, very tuned in to what people are thinking and trying always to adapt to what you want. I suspect he’ll be like his mother, who is a dear love.
Meanwhile he is a huge snuggler, loves laps, loves staring deep into your eyes and thinking serious thoughts.
First, the global updates: The puppies went outside today for the first time ever, which meant HUGE SCARY THINGS like big chickens and pine cones and sticks and THE SUN!
Their response was approximately this: WHEEEEEEE! and then ZONK. There’s nothing more wonderful than a bunch of puppies sprawled for the first time in a pool of sun, their eyes slitted with the joy of baking themselves.
They also got the seal of approval from Clue. (That’s Despereaux.)
And then we tried for about twenty minutes to get even a single picture of them all together, which was pretty much a debacle, but here’s one I took as I was falling over sideways.