Day 65 Chinook Centennial Litter Pup-date

Poor balding Koyuk had her postpartum exam and Toolik had his official government TSA travel exam today. (Excuse my anamorphiziation but I just could not resist).
"I'm not sure about this Arthur."

 "Me neither mom"

 "But then that lady does have treats."

 "Me too!"

 "She's gone. This is where they keep the treats."

"PR" BrownStone CHK Century Arthur, Mr. Yellow, Toolik getting his TSA exam. The clinic was a bit confused with his names. One chart was Mr. Yellow and the other Arthur. Now he's Toolik for travel.

 "Am I free to fly now?"

Back home Koyuk played in the rain with the pups.

Fencing shredded by puppy teeth makes for a novel tug toy.

 Everyone can get tangled in it.

 "Come on in and play with us!"

 Trask with Toolik

"Someday you'll be big and a stud Nook like me."

 "Really?"

 "Thanks big bro."

Toolik with a wad of shredded fencing.

This afternoon the puppies were moved to the kennel where the big dogs could go in and play with them but they can not get out until they figure out the insulated, double, dog door. As I was editing pictures from the day, I realized the Grizz had been left out. To remedy that and have a lot of fun, I let the pups out of the kennel to free-roam with the big dogs - camera in hand of course.

Grizz has Chinook's and his mother's crossed paws pose.

The fast puppies lead the adventure. The big dogs followed. And, I brought up the rear with the camera.

Trask's special spot where the empty bag of popcorn kernels was hiding. Yes, they are playing tug with a wild-rose bush. It was removed as soon as I took the picture and realized what they had a hold of.

 The so handsome Trask...

 is still a goofy boy.

 These guys moved fast and far. Grizz stalking the wild...

 "NO!" the foxglove leaf was quickly removed from puppy mouths.

Not deterred, there were many other plants to sample.

Since she can't easily jump into the Pup-corral or whelping box condo, almost 12 year old, Cedar hasn't spent much time in physical contact with the puppies. This was a prime opportunity for her to pass on grandmotherly advice and just play.

"This is how you start a game of Chinook Tag."

The puppies were everywhere, including the stored agility equipment.

 The resident BrownStone pack.

More exploration supervised by the older dogs.

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 Grizzbear with Trask.

 Even Vineman got into the action.

 A very handsome Grizz. He looks to be a big, strong Chinook when he grows up.

This area is outside the invisible fence so the big dogs couldn't follow the little ones off the 3' drop to the road and I wasn't fast enough to prevent it.

Unphased and unhurt, the puppies ran across the drive to the BrownStone Memorial Garden and big pond.

I was fast enough to keep them from sliding down the bank into the pond and then had to carry them back up the hill to the other dogs who had discovered a discarded mailing tube from the Pup-corral.

 Everyone got a piece of the action.

 Grizz on the prowl.

 Back for another Vineman visit...

and one last slide off the big boulders before being carried back to the kennel for dinner.

All of the BrownStone pack is fed and out cold. Until the 2200 Howl-in, I expect quiet around here. Just maybe a human nap is in order.