Day 71 Chinook Centennial Litter Pup-date

Washington has mastered walls of the Pup-corral. When he is out and about, he is attached to me with a long leash so, I decided to tear down the Pup-corral before the rains start.

 His leash was attached to a post during the demolition and clean-up.

The big dogs kept stealing his individual toys so I moved the sensory cube to occupy him...

unfortunately the poor boy became seriously tangled in anything within reach.

chasing down and replacing toys as I worked became easier than untangling.

Only puppy, posts, tunnel and tarp left.

After dinner we met up with Ullr and other puppies at puppy class.

A few minutes of wrestling on the gym floor and we took the two pups outside to continue to play in the very warm night.

 Any attempts at pictures was futile in the darkness and with rapidly moving puppies. Washington did get to receive treats from a myriad of kids and gaudily dressed roller-derby players. He also got to be the diversion dog for a very large Wolfhound taking his final service dog and CGCU exams. I have to admit the ride in the car was much quieter on the way home due to puppy exhaustion.

Day 70 Chinook Centennial Litter Pup-date

Many have asked - Yes Washington is still with us and yes he has a new forever home. He will be living with another Chinook and her family in Denver, Colorado. In the mean time socialization and new noise/surface/visual exposures continue.
To improve the human space, the whelping condo was reduced by 4 sq ft. Plenty of room for one boisterous puppy.  Washington has the perfect pitch to start BrownStone pack howl-ins.

Outside for a beautiful morning play and discovery.

Trask and Koyuk immediately took away all toys I presented to Washington. Seems the inner-puppy has come out in them. They play tug with each other a lot these days.

 Mom Koyuk and Washington soaking up the fall sun together.

Washington is a chewer. If it fits in his mouth, it is worth chewing on.

Koyuk consoling Washington after I removed the kindling and covered the pile.

 Grandma Cedar with Washington.

After lunch we went out to cover sailboats. First I tethered Washington to a boat cushion. The strong boy was able to drag it to all sorts of places he could get into trouble. Then he was tethered to the tiller and rudder...

they proved much more difficult to drag around, not for want of trying. The head of the sail was too tempting to chew upon.

 Later he got his first professional pedicure.

Meanwhile Toolik was exploring his new, wonderful digs in Alaska.

Not sure yet how his new much older brother is taking to having a curious puppy in the household. I think he just wants to ignore the situation.

 More exploration.

Toolik even his own fresh water drinking fountain...

 or he can just look up and gulp the rain. He is in SE Alaska after all.

 Last bit of play for the day and...

 crash.

My guess is that both dogs are crashed right now. I do know that Washington is.

Day 69 Chinook Centennial Litter Pup-date

Pears are dropping. The BrownStone pack discovered the taste for pears when Trask was a pup in the pup-corral under the pear trees. The trees took a huge hit during last winter's Icemageddon but still had some tasty pears to drop for appreciative canines.
Koyuk enjoying her pear, while Washington scad-dales with the bit he stole from her.

 Washington brazenly back for another bite.

 Caption this picture.

Koyuk did retrieve a chunk of her pear leaving Washington to lick his lips.

 Pears all eaten. Washington waiting for someone to come back and play.

Meanwhile in Tracy California, Tika and Kima are becoming best buds.

Toolik at Sea-tac airport on his way to a life of adventure in Alaska.

Almost home.

Homecoming breakfast for Ullr's family

Ullr

Ullr worn out after attempts to play with the guinea pig.

Ullr with new prize.

Another busy day getting ready for winter. Washington got to ride in the Kubota. He was quite vocal about the experience but then only grandmother Cedar has been brave enough to take a ride. He hung out near the tractor/wood pile work - far enough away to protect his ears but close enough to be aware of the strange noises and big machinery goings-on. He did have human visitors but I was too busy to get pictures.