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The Eighth Week (Up Till The Eleventh)
Not much different has
happened, they start to get a clue as to what being housebroken means (though
they are no good at it ...), they play and grow and generally behave as pups do.
I love it, but there isn't much variation in my photo's :-) so I have made a
compilation of these past few weeks. I have tried to take pictures outside my
house, but it is a bit too much having a couple of pups on a leash in a crowdy,
loud environment taking care they get a good socialisation ánd taking pictures
at the same time. Maybe in the future. Anyway this is the last update for some
time. I'll keep you posted on how Henbane, Glee and Larousse develop over time,
but not a weekly update anymore. Between eight and eleven weeks they have had
their second inoculation, they have learned how to ride in a basket on a bike
(two of them together in one basket - they are thát small!), learned to walk on
a leash properly, but they argue that running round my feet is far more
fun and they found out that there are more dogs in the world than just
Lakelands. They don't mind, but Larousse has already found out that not every
dog you meet is very nice (even when you yourself walk on the other side of the
street you can get attacked :-((( ) and is now quite suspicious when it comes to
strange dogs. Well here are the pictures:

Glee

Henbane

Glee

Larousse checks if there is
anyone watching him ...

... if not: he'll relax!

There
is something smelly on that floor!

They still sleep under my bed
and try to clamber onto my bed in the morning to wake me up (or sleep on tucked
away under my chin)
The Ninth Week

Tug o' war

Virtue in the
middle.

Henbane
The Tenth Week

Glee.

When the weather improves they
all want to have a look.

Tryfan's little bed is still a
favorite, but it has been through so much that I'll have to give it a new cover.
Better wait till they are a bit older ....

Larousse sleeps with Tryfan
and Ashop on the bed. Fescue is in season and still with my mom.
I'm curious
what she'll think when she finds out Larousse has taken her spot on the
bed.
(It is not he only thing that he does exactly like his mom. Funny, his
movements etc. are like Fescue, but he has a completely different temperament)