Pupdate

The puppies are two weeks old now. Today is Valentine’s Day and all of them opened their eyes this morning. They are so cute and so yummy! Jasmine is a good mommy and the pups are all fat and shiny like little otters. Here are pics with their ‘official for now’ names.

This is Blueberry. Blueberry is Martina’s puppy and she named her. She is the ‘runt’ but that hasn’t kept her from getting fat. This is the quietest, calmest, most malleable puppy in the litter so far.


This is Dock. Dock with a ‘k’. Dock as in ‘pier’. Dock as in ‘drydock’. Dock as in ‘Dockmaster’. Guess who named this one? He is cute and noisy and a bit feisty. He has freckles. They all have freckles but his are cuter.

This is Morning Glory. We call her Glory. I named her and I have a thing for naming my critters after flowers. Sadly, Jasmine stills smells like a dog and I’m sure Glory will, too. She has the sweetest face of all of them but she was really wiggly and hard to photograph. This is the best I could do. She’s as big and fat as the boys and has dark, Panda-bear eyes like her mama.

Paisano. Travis named him after a tame buffalo in the novel Jubal Sackett. Paisano is almost as large as a buffalo and probably a lot more spirited. He seems to be the most spirited one of the bunch. He has the most white, already growls and has brown eyebrows. 

This is Thunder, formerly known as Number One. First born, first to open his eyes. This little guy is a sweetie. Look at that face! Look at those tiny, sharp little puppy claws! He seems to be a bit lazier than the other puppies and sleeps more, crawls in to nurse in last place. None of this has held his weight gain or growth back any. See how fat and shiny he is?

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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