Okay, Okay. Quit yer bitchin’

Mona’s begging you.

Actually, I think she may be begging Calgon to take her away. When you’ve got kids the size of MONSTERS who think you’re a milk bar, you get a little desperate and sweaty.

I know, right? WTF? Where did the puppies go? Cookie Uncle and I went to visit puppies today and all we found were medium sized dogs running around.

They are HUGE.

Big Boy Bobby is still the biggest. He’s a whopper! He’s got one brown eye, and one that is both blue and brown. He can squash small children with one of his massive paws. Bobby is potentially going to live in the Wenatchee Valley on a native plant farm.

Cindy is still the baby bunny of the bunch. And she still has that heartbreaker of a face too. Cindy is going to Vancouver Island to live with one of Uncle Finn’s siblings.

Interestingly, sweet, shy Jan has become Miss Social and has energy to burn. She has legs uptohere and is very striking with the peach running all through her coat. Like Bobby, she has one brown eye and one blue and brown eye. No one has spoken for Jan definitively yet, but there is a gal in the Vancouver area who might be interested.

Ole Blue Eyes, Marsha, remains chronically unphotogenic, but is lovely in person. She has a really sweet personality and is attached at the hip to brother Mike. Marsha has not yet been spoken for, so will be going to live with Cookie Uncle for a bit after her spay, until she finds a home of her own. Cookie Uncle says “Marsha looks like she is wearing shorts.” This explains the attraction.

Gorgeous Mike gets better looking every time I see him. I am so glad we didn’t name him ‘Greg.’ (No offense to the Gregs out there). He has perfect merle markings. Mike is going to live in Idaho with one of our 3WAAW fans!

Oliver, still blurry and out of focus. I’m sorry Olly, I don’t know why I can’t get a good photo of you. The big bruiser is still the world’s cuddliest puppy – he is going to live in the Lower Mainland with a gentleman who says the addition of Olly means his wife moves down the Priority Scale one notch, and she’s okay with it.

And last but not least, the very stunning Picasso. This boy is a lean machine and is a simply marvelous slate grey colour with grey eyes to match. His photo does not do him justice. Picasso has not been spoken for yet, and I have no earthly idea why.

The pups are at least double the size they were when I last saw them. They are 9 weeks old as of this Sunday and go in next week to be neutered, vaccinated, chipped and have their dewclaws removed. I know that their foster family will be sad to see them go, but they have done such a fantastic job with them. Each and every pup is a well socialized, docile, sweet, good natured delight.

Finn, who was tasked with keeping Cooper amused in the yard, says “Yo, don’t forget about me out here.”

And Cooper, who liked Finn a lot but felt left out of the indoor fun, says “WTF? Why do I need a babysitter? Can I come in?”

Bobby is too sexy for the kitchen floor.

Not to be outdone, Marsha strikes a pose.

Mike and Marsha muscle in.