I don’t have much to say about myself right now. I’m not bad, but not good. Very much in a limbo state.
Work has been a wicked stresser lately and Army and I are apparently fighting (perhaps more on that later, if I feel like it).
But today is Texas’s birthday, so we’re celebrating later. I am determined to remain positive and be a good friend.
And the puppies have officially opened their eyes and are moving around my kitchen (their “nook” that I’ve blocked off), attempting play, exploring, bugging the shit out of Zoe.
Here are some pics for you lovely bloggers…
I promise to have better ones soon. My phone takes pretty crummy pics, I know.
Hope all of you are doing well!
More puppy interlude.
I’m sure you guys hate it 😉
Zoe is being a surprisingly good and attentive mom
They look like lil’ mole rats right now…
As for how she’s doing…
This morning I let her out to go to the bathroom. I didn’t bother with a leash because I took her collar off to make her more comfortable with the puppies and she demanded to go out faster than I could put her collar on. She’s a pretty obedient dog in general, so I wasn’t too worried.
Suddenly, a stray dog comes up while she’s peeing and her “ridge” (this fur along her back that raises in a hyena-like response to anger, anxiety, or fear) is immediately up. I’m worried about her being aggressive, but she politely greets the strange canine. Now I’m worried about her running off down the alley after it.
Suddenly she turns to me, wide-eyed and trills a little whine, bolts back to the apartment door, goes up on her hind legs and trills at me again. I immediately open the door and she scurries inside and checks on her puppies immediately.
No worries about my girl’s maternal instinct now. She’s a good mom. I’m proud of her.