Thursday, March 10, 2011
PUPPY PERIL AND PLAY
Cut to last night ... 8 eleven week old foxhound pups heading to the vet's for their last shots... LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
It was a circus of immense proportions. This little gang of hooligans can squirm and escape like Hoodini in his prime. The final push... four pups, one crate, two adults, and one torn jacket... it was like a carnival game... push one in and three came out. Finally, using my head (and not really my brains) and left shoulder as a barrier to the bulging pup pack, we threw the last one in, shut the door and off we went.
Opening the door, upon arrival, was sadly comical... the bold, bulging, barking pup pack that left with us arrived sadly subdued, wet with purged puppy food waiting patiently for their release. Three hours after beginning this party and one happier trip home, we returned with eight happy, newly vacinated, healthy pups.
Foxhounds run, foxhounds pack, foxhounds hunt... To end on a happy note, we invited the pre-teens to reconnect to their rough and ready roots... to run and play in the indoor... maybe hunting for one of Jonah's chipmunks or two.
Their handlers? We were just trying to reconnect to the sanity of the day just before that trip... Babies are so precious but oh so much work!
Handle all of them with care and laugh like a hyena... makes it all better!