Day . . . who cares?

So when people ask me how old the puppies are, it feels really weird and exact to be like, "11 weeks." Really, what does that mean to someone? Oh well. I realize counting days is getting harder as I am less regular with my accounts here. As well I should be - puppy whelping is giving way to dog raising and that's not the most uber interesting thing anymore. Most of you reading have had a dog at this age in your life so what's news? Nothing.

Confirmation that my theory that puppy personalities are sealed by seven weeks: my parents randomly dropped in last night (they live four hours a way and were on their way home from visiting my brother, but it was a surprise) and my mom gravitated toward Emma, saying, "This one is just like Fie" (whom she saw at four weeks) as she was so friendly, went straight to her. "Mom," I say, "That IS Fie." The other two puppies are getting kind of guardy right now. When I walk into Yishai's house, Rippa will bark at me intensely, and for a while, when it's clear she should recognize me. Moto likes to bark at strangers in the street and then go wiggle to them. I'm not pleased with either behavior, but it's a fear period so I am not correcting too much, except to pick them up and give them to the person they are barking at. Emma, however, remains calm as a cucumber.

I'm taking them outside now on walks. Or rather, Yishai usually does. Friday, I took the puppies on a field trip to Chris(my photographer)'s work a couple blocks from my house. Walking puppies on  three-leash tether system really teaches them how it's done as they correct themselves for the most part.

Saturday, we tripped the day fantastic by walking them downtown. Also my roommate's dog. And Fury. I felt like a total dog crazy with Yishai and I truckin' along with five dogs. Prior to that ALL five were in my room rocking out (they are at the age where both Rex and Fury find them to be immensely entertaining). Turns out that a pile of dogs is manageable. In only a few short weeks I went from one dog to five.

I will be glad to be back to one (or two)  ((or is that two and a half?)).

Yesterday was Pi day (for the non-nerds, Pi is a number used for circles: 3.14159 . . . and yesterday was 3/14), so my nerdy pals had a Pi party (ie, we made pies and had a picnic). The puppies came along. I'm still wary of putting them on grass, but it's not the dog park so I took the risk.

I'm glad I did. They need to get out and get a lot more socialized. Yishai's doing fine with his dog, but Moto and Emma kind of hang out at home most of the time and I don't think it's good for them. Moto especially, as he is an attention sponge but also getting reserved. Emma, well, I keep thanking God for having Emma be one of the last puppies living with us. I cannot believe that Emma and Reid came out of Fury. So mellow and friendly. The other four puppies are hard-chargers like she is. 

CHASE ME! Notice the other two puppies have already switched directions. Poor Emma is always a little slower than the others.

And then they discovered pie crumbs, which were super exciting . . .

 . . . but physically draining to eat, so it was naptime:

And then it was time to mess with sleepy puppies.

In other news, my mom was telling Yishai all about how I used to obsess over my puppies' ears and what a dog nut I was. He had to admit that he was considering letting me glue Rippa's ears -which are currently pretty wonky:

We both prefer the right ear in the photo - high and forward. SUPER cute. I guess I taught him well that he cares, too. For some reason Rips is not photographing super cute these days. Oh well . .. puppy uglies have commenced!