I woke up Friday morning and took Reid out to potty and then let him finish out our morning sleep in bed with me. Yishai's always telling me how adorable Rippa is in the morning doing that and I found out first hand that's no lie. They like to spoon you. It's incredible. I may have to choose a puppy to do it with every morning until I'm puppy-less.
The MacRoberts came to pick up Reid on Friday morning, and brought their ol' boy Rip with them to mama him. Not that he needed it - I spent two hours with him in my parents' yard (or hillside, as the case may be) and he was a pooped pup by the time they got him.
Fury spent the rest of the afternoon sniffing around for him, and usually I wouldn't notice but my mom likes to anthropomorphize a bit more than normal and was SURE she was missing her puppy. Maybe she was. She doesn't seem to broken up by their absence when we're on roadtrips or they're in the pen in the yard and we are in the house.
So I got back home last night, and Yishai had done a nice job keeping everyone happy. He came by after a party we hosted at our climbing gym to pick his dog up at midnight. I told him that waking her up . . . he better play with her a good long while or . ..
and he got no sleep last night. :) Ooooops. Don't mess with puppy sleep patterns!
So the puppy yard was nasty - they managed to kill the grass under the tarp somehow and the rest of the grass had turned into a poo field because it's too wet to mow and i can't see it to clean it so today I built a new pen in a different spot in the yard that's fresh and more cleanable, and also a bit smaller since on a given day it only houses 2-3 puppies.
I also put the top on the crate in their house pen since the web cam's not going as I'm going to crate train them gently for upcoming housebreaking. It's hard to housebreak six puppies running in your living room/kitchen, but I think I can manage two. But that requires crate training and I don't want my roommates to kill me when they scream about the door being shut.
So that's news. Here's photos:
The last night of El Reid (who is keeping his name, btw):
Fury is a toy hog.
Fury and Moto snuggle on the couch - and he got up there on his own. Impressive.
Yeah, Rippa, let's see YOU get up here.
Drivin' Reid to the Bay Area:
Yeah yeah yeah, I don't crate dogs in the car.
Reid with my nephew, Connor.
Mom's gonna kill me for this one, but seriously, it's the best one of her.
Me with my sister.
Dad lovin' on Reid and the Fury:
Reid peeing - yes, I am classy.
Lemme up!
Ball?
In which I capture a precious moment where Reid loses his balance and goes rolling down the hill.
Harumph.
And VIDEOS!
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