Day 36 Chinook Centennial Litter Pup-date

Heaven: old friend sharing breakfast at the Pup-pen Cafe. It has been over 45 years since I last saw my former boss Alan, at the time director of Minnesota Outward Bound,. He is on a cross country road trip before a stint in the Peace Corps and stopped by to catch up on the years and refresh old memories.

After Alan resumed his smoky tour of Oregon, Deborah stopped by for a bit of puppy breath. She had never met Chinooks and was quite taken by the BrownStone pack.

Lunch. Koyuk forced her way into the Pup-pen and suffered the sharp teeth consequences. What she didn't do was clean off Washington who had stuck his head right into the blender bowl as I poured puppy gruel into the feeding trough. I was holding Koyuk back with one hand so didn't get a shot of the head-to-toe, chow soaked, pup.

Competition at the Milkbar gets fierce when mom eats much of the puppy lunch herself.

The puppies are actively interacting with the sensory cube. With the same teeth used to suckle mom, Byrd had quite a time with the hanging swan.

 Koyuk supervising play from a safe distance.

Big 1/2 brother,Trask joined his mom Koyuk watching the puppy circus.

Before he finally brought down a tug toy, Byrd became totally entangled...

 enticing Kate to join in.

Throughout the day there were puppy tussles a plenty. No longer is chewing on a brother's appendage passively tolerated.

 Kate with the ball of the tangled toys.

Washington in for the sensory cube fun.

Eating, playing, crashing was still the order of the day. The puppies are learning to limit their aggressiveness through screams of discomfort from their chomped upon victims and being chomped upon themselves.
I tried something new in the whelping box condo tonight. They have a walled off potty area. It took them all of a couple minutes to haul all the paper out and play tug with it and start teething on the sides. Results will be blogged tomorrow.