As you may have gathered from my lengthy absence, I have been busy. And you can probably guess why. The puppies are now eight weeks old, i.e. old enough to be adopted! All eight of them went to the vet yesterday to be spayed/neutered. I now have eight puppies with cones on their heads, all of whom are desperate to get the cones off their own and each others' heads, and all of whom are confined to a single pen.
They're totally pathetic. But they also can't bite my feet with their needle sharp teeth for the first time in weeks. They are making up for it with the liberal use of razor sharp claws, but I'll take what I can get.
And here's the thing: six of them have found forever homes! Five of those are going home today. I am trying to be adult about this and remember that they were never my puppies, and the goal all along was to get them to this point, but I'm struggling just a little bit--if by "little bit" you understand that I am exerting every bit of self-control I have to keep from grabbing them all up and stuffing them in the back of my truck so I can move to a farm in Kansas and run a dog sanctuary where no dog will ever again go without food, water, medical care, or a place on the sofa.
We all have our dreams.
So, to distract myself from what is proving to be a difficult goodbye, I am taking pictures of my babies with their new families. I will post them tomorrow...if I can drag myself out of denial long enough.