Day 42 Chinook Centennial Litter

puppy shuf·fle

verb

1.

walk by dragging one's feet along or without lifting them fully from the ground to avoid stepping on swarming puppies.

The puppies are now running with bunny hops and constantly underfoot as they vie for attention. 

The air was still "unhealthy" by government standards but a slight breeze was dispersing the fog-like smoke to the point where I felt the puppies could head outside and work off some pent up energy. Our first visitor of the day were the litter sire Tyee's family down from north of Seattle.

The lighting was still amber from the smoke in the air when we carried the puppies to the Pup-corral.

 Puppy adoration.

 Lunch

Even though she just ate, Koyuk still risks mobbing to get puppy chow.

 A few, last bits of kibble remain.

 The puppies are so cute and fun to be around. They really respond to human interaction.

 Eat, Play, Crash...Repeat throughout the day.

We had two more groups of visitors. The puppies were moved in and out of the house as the smoke drifted in and out. I actually found myself too busy and tired to take more pictures or even post these last night. Confined inside right now, the noise from the whelping box is deafening aggravated by the three big dogs playing Chinook tag  around the furniture in the house. Soon the whole circus will be outside again.  I really don't know how I did it with winter litters that could not go outside at all.