Aw, just kiddin'. Weights are not a horror story for these puppies - although I cannot deny they are very chubby. In fact, I was concerned that they would be slow to get up on their feet for being too top-heavy. But I need not have feared, they are indeed up now and walking around. Well, kinda.
But it's true they are not a petite bunch, although the stats don't lie - they are no bigger than other litters at this age - and not even as heavy as their dad's litter. Here's the comparison chart. Click on the image for a bigger version.
The horror of this story is the tale of puppy worming. It's a job I don't look forward to and there are many versions of the story at various points in this blog - you can see them
here and
here, for example. It's the first time that the puppies realise that something terrible can come from human hands, and it happens when they are only 2 weeks old. It's a sad day. It's a sad 3 days, actually, because you have to do it 3 days in a row. Poor puppies.
First I cover myself carefully and well with a towel because I have learned from bitter experience just how far this stuff can travel when a puppy shakes his head to get the foul stuff OUT of his mouth and ON me.
Then I lull them into a false sense of security with yummy milk in a syringe. Then without warning, in goes the wormer.
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| Tux: "Ok, this milk ain't so bad" |
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| Kukka: "Not sure about this..." |
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| Kukka: "Nooooo! Make it stop! |
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| WAH! |
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| Ensi: "What did you just do to me?!" |
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