Today will probably be the last day I can keep the pups in the warming box while I change the whelping box linens. I took this picture; put my camera down; turned back around and Elim, Nome and Kaltag had already escaped and were sliding across the wood floor.
After nursing, the pups siesta in a group pile. When they get too warm, they migrate to under the pig rail on the edges of the whelping box. Their attempts to master walking keeps observers in stitches. They stand; rock back and forth to gather momentum; quickly pick up a front foot and as often as naught, fall on their face. Not only do they lack the coordination to go more than a couple of steps without tumbling down, being blind, they are constantly bumping into each other. Going around has not occurred to them. Going over their litter mate is the preferred route.
You can see how much they have grown compared to Cedar's foot.
You can see how much they have grown compared to Cedar's foot.
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