Puppy Pandemonium

The most gorgeous, dependant little beings too of been brought into the world were these brightly coloured, fluffy puppies. It was the best 6 weeks of my entire life watching them cause complete chaos in my family dining room…tiny little paws padding about there puppy pen, finding ways to do what we call “a puppy jail break” when no one was watching and there mum was having a well deserved break from feeding them.

We watched them grow and develop there cheeky characters for weeks. They played like children, bouncing about the pen jumping on each other and bumping heads because coordination was non existent at such a young age. Chewing the cardboard and empty plastic milk bottles we’d given to amuse them when we couldn’t give them the attention they required… in hopes they wouldn’t try to tumble about the rest of the house and across the carpets.

When I would come in from work I would climb into the pen and sit, crossing my legs as 8 fluffy heads bounded towards me, jumping into my lap and pawing at my legs until they were scooped up and cuddled, licking my face and neck in excitement. After hurtling about for an hour, I would watch there tiny blue eyes start to waver and them flop into a warm, fuzzy pile in the corner, one on top of the other as they’d lost all there energy…which wasn’t hard to do for such tiny animals. The dining room would be silenced as they slept, we would wait for the little squeaks and yaps to come back as they re awoke, ready to start all over again…