Today was the almost-birthday of our puppy and his 12 siblings. Some were born on the 23rd, and some on the 24th. So, today, being Sunday, the foster mom who fostered the mom through the whelping gave a birthday party for the dogs. I think there were 8 of the 13--not sure.
It was a blast! They all seemed (mostly) to recognize each other and were, for the most part, very well behaved. But there were Red Tick Coon Hounds EVERYWHERE! Two of them are mostly white with some brown spots--the rest appear tan with some white underneath. The males were significantly bigger than the bitches, and had mostly VERY different behavior patterns although one bitch, "Betty Crocker" took no shit from the boys. (no kidding--the "bakers dozen" all originally have baking company names, our boy had been "Keebler"--there had been "Drake", "King Arthur", "Pillsbury", etc--most had changed names).
The owners all seemed to enjoy it as well, but the dogs did. Ours liked to be the leader in "Follow the Leader". Here's our guy in an unusual serious pose as a "serious" hunter, just for the foster mom's camera! The rest of the time he was a total goofball!
My Puppy Ate My Homework!
1"Even if the bee could explain to the fly why pollen is better than shit, the fly could never understand."