The Humane Society coordinator asked us a few weeks ago if we could foster a dog who had a litter of week-old puppies (5). We seem to have become their go-to foster when puppies are involved. I guess they figure we have an endless supply of paper towels, or perhaps they think we all suffer from a profound zinc deficiency which renders our olfactory systems useless. I assure you, their assumptions are incorrect. As necessity dictates, we've just about cornered the market on paper towels and air fresheners.
But the puppies are really fun to have in the office with us.
The mother (bless her) is another story. Don't get me wrong, she's a very sweet dog and would make a great companion, but due to the amount of milk she has to produce to keep these pups fed, she requires copious amounts of food just to keep up with demand. And due to her tremendous food intake, she produces copious amounts of gas. I'm not talkin' just a little floutus here and there, people. I'm talkin' gas that is as effective as police pepper spray. Gas that would drive a bean eatin' truck driver straight into the ditch. This stuff is noxious!
We've hung a sign on the front door. It simply reads "Please extinguish all open flames prior to entry."
The humanity.
This is a very rare sight – all puppies awake at one time.
They're wondering when the milk's going to be delivered.
This is a more typical representation of what goes on all day long
at the HornHaus puppy facility.
My wife has difficulty keeping her hands off these cute puppies.
They're all unwilling subjects of my wife's puppy socialization program.
Yet another test subject in my wife's canine socialization study.
Resting up in preparation for the next round of socialization.
For a minute there, I thought this was a photo of my daughter Alissa who just finished finals.
But the fur gave it away.
Puppies can sleep in just about any position.
Waiting for more milk. Then it'll be time for a little shut eye.
And there you have it.
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