Ten days old

Ten days old already! Apart from being much fatter and more mobile, the five are still basically furry slugs. But yesterday the eyes started to open, and from here they'll be more like real little dogs. More fun, but also so much more mess.



The Boy: I think he'll have a pretty dark face. He still has that tan hair under his tail, which has been the first marker of tricolour in all the newborns I've seen so far- but nothing on his face yet. Who knows?


Dark girl- she's also going to have a dark face, and she also has tan under her tail... Possibly tri?
Nice contented pup, happy to be handled.



Look! Eyes opening (trust me, they are)!
She's also got a midline border to the black on her muzzle, just like Fred and a lot of his pups. We'll have to wait for the DNA test to know for sure though.


Squiggle- she's probably the smallest pup now, but it's hard to tell. Black and white. She's an "intermediate" in behaviour, noise, and looks, so she's hard to find and easily overlooked. Poor thing.



Squee: possibly tri (definitely dark tan hairs under tail, but not as much as the other two), and not hard to identify at all, she's loud and opinionated and very mobile.



And camera shy.
"Oh, just eff off"


My current favourite: the Even pup. Eve is a big fat blob, who snuggles when you pick her up and doesn't mind doing her ENS exercises at all. She reminds me of Maverick, so it will be interesting to see if she stays as placid as he did as she grows up. Definitely black and white. I think. Probably.



Evie was the first to open her eyes, and she's actually looking around and blinking benignly at us like a slightly confused furry miniature dugong.


Tess is starting to feel a little bit used and put-upon, I think. You open the living room door and she's out, gone, away across the verandah and down the road. She comes back as soon as Squee wakes up and realises the milk bar has left the building, but as she climbs back into the whelping box and the eager pack of voracious slugs set upon her, you can see her rolling her eyes and gritting her teeth and remembering her carefree single life- those halcyon days of beaches, bars, beer and boys, and no-one kneading at her bosoms unless they'd bought her a drink first. Or whatever the doggy equivalent might be.



They're worth it, though...


Yep, definitely worth it.