Pups are now six weeks old.
The pooh is on a biblical scale. I should really look back at the CCTV footage of the pups’ room to have a laugh about my frantic morning. I chuck chicken bones or pieces of tripe in to the whelping box really quickly to make them all concentrate on the food while I gather up all the poohed newspaper as fast as I can before they come and jump up my arms. The whole lot goes in the wood burner and then we can all breathe. Next thing is that they want out. Either in the rest of the room or in their outdoor pen. If it is very wet, the outdoor pen just gets so muddy it’s not a good idea, but we shall get some nice weather later in the week so they will be able to enjoy that.
Here are the pups at six weeks old:
They got their first pieces of tripe last week and they did not hesitate to get stuck in. Straight away they know how to put a paw on the tripe to pull it to smaller bits with their front teeth.
They are now coming to the whistle when I serve the food and they eat happily while I fire a starter pistol beside them. They have their own puddling pool in their garden, so they are being thoroughly conditioned to real life.
Gaia still feeds them, but it is almost a token gesture and only lasts 30-45 seconds.
05/07/2016 15:48Never a dull moment now. The little pooh machines are active!! The whelping box has long lost its novelty and their newspaper covered pen too. They are ready to go out in the outdoor pen and they LOVE it. Here are the we..
14/07/2016 12:53The whole process of these pups follow a set path determined in the distant past amongst the wolf ancestors to the dogs. Gaia's handling of the new pups, her gradual distancing from them, her weaning where she still give..