Remember little Baby Lucky, the one who wasn't responsive and needed doggie CPR? I carried him around in my shirt for hours and fed him from an eyedropper because he was too weak to suck. It is absolutely amazing that he is one that survived after the others seemed so healthy. Here is a picture of him taking his first breath:
Here is a picture of him now. Isn't he gorgeous?
Here is a picture of Winston Churchill. He always looks terribly annoyed, but he is the sweetest darn puppy---his tail is always wagging. He's bigger than Lucky, so he's a bit of a bully. And of course, he's always the first to belly up to the buffet.
We've started weaning the boys.
This picture is after Winston Churchill ate his first meal out of a bowl. He conked out like a drunken sailor on a bender.
So while this whole experience has been a bit sad, it's also been really lovely too.