Today, a Puppy Update!
Whirling cyclones. That is how I would describe them. Spinning, barking, whining, howling, dirt spewing, wrestling, crazy, boneless, totally bonkers puppies!
I’M NOT USED TO THIS…
My former puppies from the last 20 years have been Mastiffs. Mastiffs are big, lumbering, quiet, silent, sleepy and mostly lazy babies. They stay that way most of their lives, unless duty calls.
I didn’t realize how amazingly easy and simple it was to raise Mastiffs. So. Easy.
NOMAR AND NADIA
When I first started this blog, I had Nadia and Nomar. Here is their baby pic. They were English Mastiffs and we loved them dearly. Nadia passed at 8.5. Nomar lived until he was 11.5. They were amazing and awesome. Great dogs. HUGE, great dogs.
ATTICUS AND SCOUTYPANTS
Then, 6.5 years ago, we adopted Atticus and Scoutypants. When they were just puppies, Atticus was poisoned and died. Actually, all three dogs at that time, were poisoned. Scoutypants and Shiva survived. As you all know, Scoutypants passed in December. No words.
These were Italian Mastiffs. I never heard Scouty bark, ever. Or maybe once. She was silent. They were both quiet puppies and mostly very sedate. Scouty was a calm, silent, quiet adult. The perfect office dog. She was a huge, big, fierce, bulldozer of a beautiful girlfriend.
CRAZY, LOONEY LITTERMATES, VIVIENNE AND VIOLET!
Vivienne (black) and Violet (tri) are littermates. Except they don’t look like littermates because one takes after the Mom (Walker Coonhound) and the other takes after whatever Dad was… we think Lab/Pit.
They are adorable. No question. Vivey is the thinker. Very smart. Learned to sit immediately. Violet is the lovey-dovey, rolley-polley, brute of a puppy.
These guys fight constantly. Or play… but it sounds light fighting. No one gets hurt, but no one ever wins, either. Which is why, I think, they keep the battle going. No one has taken the lead in putting her paw down. I think Vivey is actually the tougher one, but Violet just sits on her.
During the day, they are mostly in the backyard, ruining it. They run and play, sleep and eat, all day long. You’d think they’d be worn out by bedtime, but that would be a glorious dream.
They wake us up at 11pm, 2am and 3:30am and 5am. We are hoping this will end soon. Google says that they sleep through the night at 16 weeks. 4 more weeks to go. (Begging doggods and crossing fingers…) Thank goodness they are cute or Hubby and I would have moved out by now and left them the house.
ANOTHER PUPDATE COMING YOUR WAY SOON!