Tasmanian Devils, I Tell You!

14 Jun

Puppies are driving me crazy!

6 weeks old already!

They have sharp little teeth and they BITE HARD!

When they’re out they’re little more than black whirlwinds wrecking havoc and demolishing everything in their path.

When they’re in (their ex-pen) they want out and HOWL. Like little wolves. At five AM. Every day.

But dammit if they aren’t the cutest things I’ve ever seen.

So the three or so times a day I clean their ex-pen of poop-art (budding geniuses, I tell you), wash them down, gird my legs, toes, ankles, and nose from sharp teeth, and stuff the pillow over my head every night to try and get just a *little* more sleep, I remind myself that the alternative is grim.

And once they’re washed, dried, fed, pooped, and peed, they are FUN to watch.

But no one else agrees.

Charlie will not get off the bed (which they can’t get onto, it’s his sole haven). Tigress will not get off her tree (I had to give her her own water bowl up there). Emma has learned to snarl (I didn’t think her lips were that flexible!). And Lucy goes from playing with them to snarling when they try to nurse (she’s weaning them and I don’t blame her!).

The last few days as they’ve really gotten nutty I’ve considered shipping the lot of ’em back to the rescue, but I know it will mean a total cessation of socialization, and life in a wire crate for 19 hours a day. It will also mean they’ll either be with mom 24/7 or without her 24/7, both of which are not ideal. And the little gains I’ve made in Lucy’s housebreaking will have flown out the window, along with the trust I’ve built up in her.

But I also haven’t done a smidge of work for the KPA and I’m starting to worry. Charlie’s smart, but we have a LOT of stuff to learn and the less frequently we train, the harder it is for us once we get going.

So I’ve been battling with myself. They’re quite the handful (Lucy’s no easy cake herself), but I’m pretty sure I’d never forgive myself if I did let them go (other than to a new home). I wish I could just fast forward their development and get them adopted already!

Once they’re gone we’ll all take a well deserved and NEEDED break from fostering. And I probably will not foster puppies again until Charlie has passed. I wasn’t planning on fostering puppies this time, it just happened that way.

OK, how about some pictures?

Introducing Jude!

Introducing Sergeant Pepper!

I just want to mush on them!

And then they woke up . . .

Say it with me . . . AAWWW

Just for a scale, the black strip is two inches wide. And that came out of my puppies!!!!

My old farts trying to beat the heat.

One of Emma's new mouth tumors =-(

So please forgive me for going AWOL in blog land. I realize at this point there are probably few people still reading my blog, and I’m sorry I’ve fallen into oblivion! Once the monsters are gone I might regain my sanity.

And yesterday was my cousin’s wedding. I had the great responsibility of being her Maid of Honor and it was absolutely fantastic. I’ll share pictures once I get them.

For some reason, even after I’ve cleaned, it just always smells like poop here.

OK off to sleep. I want to try and make off leash hours for the adults tomorrow morning.

4 Responses to “Tasmanian Devils, I Tell You!”

  1. Diane McCornack June 14, 2011 at 3:56 am #

    I know you are about to pull your hair out but you are making a wonderful difference in those babies lives! From one that “USE” to foster puppies I feel your pain………LOL Hang in there. That break will be here soon and you get some much needed rest! Good job.

  2. Kari June 14, 2011 at 9:26 am #

    They really are super cute 🙂


  3. Cupcake June 14, 2011 at 9:38 pm #

    I know it’s not easy but it’s so great that you’re doing it. When they are gone and with their new families, you will miss them, I know that’s hard to believe right now, but you will.

    They are SO cute!!

  4. Kristin June 15, 2011 at 2:53 pm #

    I am still reading. I understand not having enough hours in the day to pursue all of your hobbies. With puppies and awful tumours and weddings and training and making enough money to survive, it’s really hard to prioritise online life.

    Thanks for working so hard to help these little guys. It will all pay off eventually and you’ll get that sleep I am sure you desperately need. Love to you and your furry crew!

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