Pupdate, Week Seven: Finale
All good things come to a close, and since the world did not end the other day there's no risk of an egregious faux pas in referring to the "end of an era."
The Puppies Era, that is.
When you last saw us, we had two chihuahua-pomeranian male puppies tormenting their chihuahua mother who no longer had the proportional body mass to comfortably nurse her progeny. Mother had begun the weaning process in earnest because the little bruisers were collectively larger than her, so she was staying away for longer and longer periods of time.
The smaller pup left early in the week, given to the owner of the pomeranian/father, leaving the big brother to spend a few days alone here while his fate was being decided. Finally, we decided the boy needed more time and attention than he'd get around here. I got a few photos of his last night at home.
He is one sweet little dog, no question about that.
But it's no mystery why momma would have wanted him gone. Footnote: Momma is not exactly depressed with the empty nest situation.
I think this would make a good blog header graphic for the Puppy Forum (not "Puppy Burger Forum" mind you).
How do you spell "chihuahua + pomeranian = adorable"? I spell it like this:
We'll be able to say "I remember him when he was too small to climb the steps to the deck."
Here's the main thing puppies do: Chew on everything. You don't want it with power cords, though, no matter how cute it is.
Besides, they are just as content to eat wood, paper, bark, hamburger wrappers and bits of linen. Why try to stifle this natural curiosity?
So, as you must be wondering, what is the narrative logic of this post? There is no logic. It's just puppies. Everyone loves 'em and they'll visit here for no other reason. Google note: "Chihuahua and Pomeranian." Y'all come back now, y' hear?















