Pups are enjoying the big pillow in front of the fire. Beau takes after my Gator, he loves it! And will just lie there watching it for hours. Belle is far too busy, she will lay there for a few moments and then it's off to get into mischief.
I was a bit surprised to be met by them at the bottom of the stairs in the dark living room as I crept quietly down the stairs hoping not to wake them. Hubs had closed the door so that I could sleep again, I am super grateful. Belle was super happy to see momma this morning, dancing around and barking, Beau is so much more of a mellow dude so he just wandered over and waited for me to pick him up. I can't hold both of them any longer, they are simply too big. Together they are almost 30 pounds of puppy joy. Seems daddy was super tired in the middle of the night and when they went in the kennel to sleep he lay down on the sofa to do the same thing, he just forgot to secure the kennel door.
This separating them into different kennels at night might seriously be for a much younger set of people. But we are determined. They will be just fine, we just have to convince them of that. Ironically, I was feeling pretty darn successful last night. They each had individual momma time and I held them until they fell asleep and tucked them into their respective kennels after all the loves. Beau isn't the challenge. Belle might be small, but boy oh boy is she determined and vocal. At 8 pm all of us were tucked into bed and finally resting.
By 949 pm the little wildebeest had discovered that she was in a kennel alone. She was NOT happy. I let her cry it out and she finally fell back asleep at 1030, I guess I was too tired to hear her start howling at 1 am. Even now she isn't wanting to let him simply rest. And he wants to rest, unbothered. Poor guy.
It's going to be a busy day. We are helping the oldest move. Luckily the snow was a no show for the most part yesterday. So moving day will be pretty darn easy.
There was just enough snow to play in for a bit and then move on with life. The pups weren't sure what to think of it, but I had a great time playing with the youngest in the snow. Snowball fights and building snowmen. It was so delightful! I wish she'd been as bad at aiming as Gramma, because dang that snowball down the back was bitterly cold. The babies that were supposed to be playing in the snow with her sat nicely in the girls doorway watching us.
Well, little guy is snoozing on the sofa, time for the little girl to get some one on one time with momma...
love and peace...
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