Borka is small (still), and the garden is huge. But brave as he is, he’s set his mind to show you around in the garden. See his siblings and other creatures…
To the right, you see Pippi asleep.
They all are mostly asleep…
Kari came somewhat as a surprise. After nine hours of labour and 10 puppies, it all looked like the flood has ebbed away. Time for some well deserved rest for Fluffy and the owner… Just to be awakened an hour later by the well-known sound of Fluffy’s tongue licking away the embryonic membrane of yet another puppy…
That’s the end of this mini-series featuring each of the puppies. Now you know their names, soon you’ll learn more about their developments and adventures…
Only green grass, that’s what you thought. But look closely! There he is hiding: Borka. Named after the leader of the anden bande af røvere in Astrid Lindgren’s book Ronja Røverdatter.
In the early days going into the garden, Borka loved to be away from the others, hiding in the tall grass (tall from the point of view of a four week labrador puppy, that is). And dreaming.
And amongst all this busy dreaming, remains from early superdog training can be seen: relaxing on his back, sleeping and dreaming. Am I repeating myself? Well, those were the days of sunshine, sleep and dreams…
In the meantime he has grown (as they do daily!), and loves to pick a fight every now and then. I am sure you will find photos of him over the course of the next weeks…
Life has become busy again. Puppies conquer the house. They have successfully managed not to be restricted to the litter box anymore. Soon their room won’t be enough for them.
As soon as the weather allows they’ll go out into the garden again. More photos will follow. All readers of this blog will continue to watch the developments closely.
Until then, pay some attention to Fluffy.
Ida is one of the favourite girls. She looked so cute but has developed into a well-growing puppy, always keen on feed (hey, it’s a Labrador Retriever, what do you expect?!?), and full of self-confidence.
She’s the one starting to play and explore.
In a familiy of eleven, there are always some that are ‘just there’.
Lotta has been such a puppy for more than three weeks. She was there, never caused trouble. Born ‘somewhen in the middle’.
It was only after we had realised that we’ve never really paid attention to her that we discovered her personality (should I say ‘dogality?).
Lotta is brave. And loud! She doesn’t hesitate to let the others know when her full tummy aches…
Reliable is another suitable descriptor for her.
Three and a half weeks are enough! There was only one bottle teat that sufficed our demands in size and capacity. Bottle feeding of all eleven of us took an hour or longer.
Time to find a new solution…
Of course we did a mess! At the beginning and the days to come…
We’ve stepped into the bowl, we drowned our chins in the milk, we crawled one over the other, smearing the milk into the others’ coat…
And it didn’t get much better, when they started to mix pre-soaked puppy feed into the milk…
But we still got our mom and the delicious original stuff…
We must apologise for more than a week of silence. It has been somewhat busy. We’ve encountered new playgrounds. Or, well, sleeping grounds we should say.
Every day the bed is done new. Mind you, being all day long in that box, no-one has taught us yet where to go once the litres of milk or what’s left of it have to flee our small bodies.
It really looks good, doesn’t it?
Unfortunately, it doesn’t stay that nice for long, once we’ve been put back into the box… (But we’re going to spare you the look of dirty linen. Luckily for all of us, someone has invented washing machines and tumble dryers.)
No more photos of Karlsson! This order I issued when I went through today’s photos for this blog. He’s so cute and sweet to look at. If there were more photos as these there’d be the risk that I couldn’t let him go in six weeks time.
He seeks companionship, canine or human, and loves to cuddle.
