We got an email from Sue today:
“No puppies yet but Mum getting fatter everyday and eating++”
++ means loads! I suppose Bonzo is eating for … uhm … 10? Actually we don’t know how many puppies there are going to be, just that there are some.
Me and Mum were reminiscing a bit today, looking at pictures of me when I was a puppy. This is me and my brothers (4) and sisters (3) … I’m one of eight. We’re five and a half days old here.
Mum thinks I might be one of the ones on top of everybody as I had a tendency to lie on top of things when I moved in.
I think I already mentioned Elk, in fact Elk was the deciding factor in choosing me. As Mum and Dad had no idea how to choose a puppy, they just threw Elk into the pen of boys and waited to see what happened … Mum says in retrospect that might not have been the best strategy as I was the only one not at all interested in hoomans or being picked but got straight to work on Elk. Mum says that things haven’t changed much there then …
Anyway Elk remained my best friend throughout puppyhood.
I came to live here at seven weeks old, I was a tiny boy.
I felt pretty much at home almost everywhere in the house. Mum calls this the ‘Inverted Curl’. I still sleep in this position.
This is me on the doormat which I totally reshaped later. At one stage it was round!
Dad made a special intermediate step so I could get in and out of the kitchen into my little garden.
Aah, those were the days!
Anyway, Mum’s got her directions all printed out and the car filled up with petrol. She’ll travel all the way to Melton Mowbray when the time comes …
Bye for now.
Finni 
