As was mentioned in the earlier post, there are three puppies this time. Usually I limit the operation to only two, as I have only two hands, but these dogs are so small I can smush three together and still have room in my hands to maneuver my apartment/car keys. They each weigh perhaps 1.5 pounds, and they love to lay on each other in complex Twister-like knots. Again, see previous photo for an example.
We stayed in tonight, the dogs and I, to watch the Harry Potter marathon on ABC Family and partake in some belly rubbin'. Two of the pups are female; the third (male) is smaller, but feisty, and when he walks he kicks his legs out like a high-stepping soldier. And wherever I go, he follows about 5 seconds later, just to see what's going on.
The females are very meek, although if I put the two of them down and walk away the larger one will bound after me. The smaller one just sits down and cries until I go back and pick her up. She runs and jumps when she's playing, so physically there's nothing wrong that hurts her to walk. She just doesn't like it. I can appreciate that preference. After two weeks with me I predict she will be spoiled rotten, and will have no choice but to live out the rest of her life getting toted around town in the handbag of a lovely Bal Harbour society wife. PS: As a bonus, she has a little underbite. It's the cutest thing ever.
Today, the other two dogs and I practiced coming to me when called. I don't think they can see well yet, they bumped into walls, but we're making progress.