This is also the 4th birthday of the BrownStone Cascade Peaks litter ...
but a belated birthday for Trask (in the navy ric-rac) and blog will have to do.
This was a day of hitting the wall and crashing. A Costco run for more dog and human food was the tipping point. Koyuk has turned into a night owl and wants to make sure I share in her awakeness. About 0300 she becomes quite vocal about wanting her kibble a al'mode, pain medication, water, belly rub with bag balm and general loving. Of course she was fed, watered, loved and bag balmed at midnight but 0300 seems to be her really awake and unsettled time. So we are both up as I try to figure out what she wants/needs; my three hour nocturnal sleep comes to an end and; I start my day. We do get great views of sunrise - not a normal occurrence for me.
All is right with the world, except lack of sleep made up for with total cuteness.
Byrd, Washington and Author.
Treadwell, Wind and Kate.
When I crashed, so did Koyuk. The house is still being kept hot for the pups. The floor next to me was a cooler option.
Rachael, our wonderful in-home, canine pedicurist, managed a bowl of puppies while I changed to whelping box linens. Like all dogs, ours hate getting their nails done but they eagerly tolerate Rachael. So much so that Koyuk left the whelping box on her own to come down to the mudroom to have her nails done and then accepted Rachael as the keeper of the displaced pups.
Koyuk and the little ones on their new, fancy, soft linens which Kerstin helped me make.
Sorry big boy, you'll have to wait to properly celebrate your birthday until tomorrow.
