The sun was shining, it was warm and so we decided to let the puppies see the big outdoors today. They loved it.
They had their breakfast then went exploring.......
They had their breakfast then went exploring.......
Well some of them did .... This little chap made sure his plate was clean first... and his brothers plate.... and his sisters plate...
He is a good trencher man, (bet you are all hoping he doesn't keep this up)!
He did find his get up and go eventually to do a bit of exploring.
He is a good trencher man, (bet you are all hoping he doesn't keep this up)!
He did find his get up and go eventually to do a bit of exploring.
Two junior explorers find something interesting to sniff out.
The food all finished and off he goes to check out the daisies. Could they be edible?
The pups have nice new teeth coming through to try to eat everything they should and naturally everything they shouldn't!
The pups have nice new teeth coming through to try to eat everything they should and naturally everything they shouldn't!
Down among the daisies, keeping watch on Paul who was trying to sort out a length of wood for the top of the puppy pen.
This afternoon the puppies had another visitor Anne of the Lyneholme flatcoats. Anne couldn't resist having a few cuddles with the pups.
Anne bred Arthur who is Alice's half brother. They have the same sire who has appeared on the blog in the post from Chris Howe, and is pictured under the pictures of both Arthur and Alice on their main pages.
Anne bred Arthur who is Alice's half brother. They have the same sire who has appeared on the blog in the post from Chris Howe, and is pictured under the pictures of both Arthur and Alice on their main pages.
Poor Arthur has had a hard day today. First we took the puppies he keeps guarding outside and then let them run amok in the living room when Anne visited and finally left him to guard them and the house while Anne and I visited Anna Webb who is one of the Barking Blondes. Now he is happily back on the sofa next to the puppy pen keeping watch. Daft old dog! When they were tiny and in the whelping box upstairs he refused to go for a walk and would lay at the foot of the stairs on guard, then when they came into the downstairs pen he started laying in the hall way. Now they are mobile he keeps watch from the sofa.