pups fly the nest I

One by one the puppies are leaving.  As always, the time went by so very quickly.  It's difficult to say goodbye to them, although it really is time now.  They are in need of one-on-one training at this age and the noise level is getting a bit out of hand in this house as the puppies are yelling when they're hungry, yelling when they're tired and yelling to go outside to do their business.  Time to go to their new homes for sure.  And it's wonderful that they are going to make some new families so happy.  But I still shed a tear or two with each puppy.  Here are the departures of the first 3.

Mikko was the first out the door and very quickly settled into life with the Davieses in South Wales.  He was a complete angel when he lived here.  I simply do not believe that he has morphed into a tasmanian devil, as Sue reports.  Well, maybe.

Then it was Miia's turn, setting off for Berkshire to make life interesting for the MacDonalds.  Apparently she hasn't put a paw wrong.  Yet.

She was followed by Kiittaa who I hear didn't drool a bit on her way home to Hertfordshire with the Birkses.  She's now busy making friends with her new big sister Dotsie and keeping them all awake at night.  Oh dear.  I'm sure she'll grow out of that little habit.  Eventually.