Lots of Happiness, and a Little Heartache

It was a big week and especially big weekend here at F. R. R. 
It was time to say good-bye to our puppies.
It's always a fun time to see these people who have been anxiously awaiting the day they could take their puppy home.
But it's also hard for those of us who have been with them since they were born.

Here's Rosie in her early days.
She was the first to go.

These guys came out when they were about 4 weeks old.

They picked her out then.

And here they are coming to take her home.

She had grown a little.

Here's half the fam ready to take her home to the other half!

Next up was Pink Collar.
Her name is Scout now.

Scout grew too and went to these girls (there's a husband in the household too, he wasn't there).

Scout's owner and I played basketball in college together-notice the shirt (okay, you probably can't see it, I recognize it because I have, or had, one).

One of us was an All-American and has our jersey retired and hanging in the gym.
Can you guess which one of us it is (or should I use the word was here)?

Here's a hint:
It's NOT the one whose children are pretending to be sharks attacking the other's child.

Aww, and here's the heartache.

When he decided to quit playing shark and come to terms with reality, he remembered he didn't like this part of the puppies.
And he wasn't fond of me taking his picture either.

Next one to go was Red Collar.
I think his name is Gunnison now.

His owner came to pick him out several weeks ago too.
We made a deal to deliver this one.

So we loaded up and took a road trip!
The boys love having puppies in the car with them!

He was greeted by some very anxious owners!

I'm not sure this one will get enough attention either.

He had quite the Welcoming Committee!

Luke gave her the low-down on Gunnison and how he was the one with the white toes.

I think he could get used to all this!

And then it was time to leave.
It was rough.
It was sad.
It was hard to watch.

But then we took them to their favorite place to eat and they forgot all about it!

We'll call this one Part 1.  The rest tomorrow, maybe.

Some of my Final Puppy Posts

These are some of our final days with the puppies.
They were 8 weeks old yesterday so in the last week, our
litter has dwindled down to just one puppy left.

I got to thinking that Huck doesn't get enough
credit on here.

Afterall, he is their father.
We have heard plenty about Sandy and how
wonderful she is,
and how well she takes care of her puppies,
and what a true champ and hero she is for
battling back after a c-section,
blah, blah, blah...

I thought that if Huck ever saw this, his confidence might be
altered due to the fact that all of his parenting
efforts have gone unnoticed.
And this can be very discouraging as a father and
for the male ego, and for a dog who already has low self-esteem.

So while he may have hated this photo session and growled
some of a the time, he did it.
He tolerated his offspring toddling around his feet.
And maybe the puppy finally realized he'd better leave before something bad happened, but it didn't.
Huck did well and proved that he is a good daddy!

From there, the puppies went to their ever so awesome mother who I've bragged about all this time.
She now wants nothing to do with them.

In an effort to keep them from trying to nurse, she sits in the dog water.

"Alright, you can have a drink of the water.  But that's it!"
Don't judge her people.  She's put in her time.
If this is the only way she can keep them off of her, I say she is a smart dog.
 

Crazy Puppies

Don't be fooled by the cuteness.
(Mater)

They're cute alright, that's for sure,

But at this age. . .

They are all over the place!

And into everything!

These poor plants take a good chewing every few months when the puppies are around.

I think this year, I just decided to grow weeds in this one.

Here's Scout trying to climb on a tree stump.

But Annie knows it's not gonna happen.

Here's Doc trying to chew on my ever-so-fashionable barn boots.

They can't be confined either.

But they are getting so big that the places they could once fit,

aren't as easy as they once were.
(Fiona)

It's very frustrated for them. . .
til they find something else to distract them!
(Blue collar)

It's a good thing they're cute!

They're running!

The more I meet some of these people interested in puppies, the more I am reminded of how old I'm getting.  I had an idea that was going to be great if I could use the pictures but remember how I posted about hating computers?  That's still true, they still make me feel dumb.
So my idea was to put the cast of Baywatch running on the beach.  Then I figured half these people wouldn't know what Baywatch was.  I had also thought about putting a picture of Joey and Chandler from Friends in their recliners watching Baywatch as they were running.  Please tell me you know about Friends!  Well, so anyway, none of those pictures could be inserted. . . by me anyway. What I was saying was that I was going to compare those Baywatch pictures to pictures of puppies running.

I figured it out!!!
Not that anyone is going to look at this post now.

The other day I decided to put my camera on shutter speed
as the puppies were playing in the yard.

I thought they turned out pretty cute.

I can see where people would get just as excited about these.
(I think we've got Jingles in the back, Doc in the middle, and Pink collar in front)

They are on a mission to get somewhere.
(same three)

I want to point out the form in the one on the right!  That's show quality right there!

Not so much on this one, but that's okay.

Sloan has to stop and observe the grass.

Not sure what that second puppy is doing back there!

Whose puppy is that?

There's Rosie playing with her dog toy.

Happy Wednesday everyone!