Almost there, it's week seven and the pups are starting to slim down and come together.  They should be at that magic point in development next weekend, when they will be minature versions of their adult selves.  They are outside about twice a day now, for about an hour each time.  They dash, sometimes all you see are white streals, everywhere.  I was keeping kibble in their room for them, no more.  Dott assumed the feeder as her sleeping place, and found it necessary to dig out all those pea shaped things that must have disturbed her.  That or she was honing her digging skills.  She is already pretty accomplished, considering the holes she was leaving in my garden.

The other night I let the pups loose in the house and was quickly reminded of the puppy proofing instructions I distribute with puppies headed to new homes.  Think dealing with one loose pup in the house is challenging, try five.  Anyway, Buster scared up a mouse.  Chaos desended as twenty thundering paws shot five flashes of lightning around the living room.  The tiny barks from five yapping puppies were immediatly drowned out as Daddy Moose and Aunt Lorelei went hysterical in their crates, and then Mommy Kate joined the fray, charged into the room, snarling and snapping at everything that moved.  Puppies scattered, the mouse escaped.  Order restored, puppies put up, I got said mouse, I hope, later with a trap.  Those pups remember, it's the first place they head to, noses to the floor, when let out.