Well, here is a blog entry for the last several days... Enjoy!

Last week crate training went really well for everyone, no wet or soiled crates all week and the puppies there in there on average from about 7 am til' 2:45 pm.   We're really proud of them.  We had a bit of a set back in housetraining though, as they've all decided that outside time is PLAY TIME!  While we may do things out there just cause, we haven't clicked to that's where we are suppose to do our duties.  Overall though for 4 - 7.5 week olds they are doing exceptional.

We had a casualty in the house this weekend... they decided one of my favorite summer sandles was their most favorite chew toy!  They found that one sandel even when I hid the thing... Crazy Springers.

Last night we had another Emergency Vet visit.  They were all outside running around, and I was standing on my front porch watching them, as I see them pop a small windchime off a small metal garden stake, they ones that are small enough you can put them in flower pots. 

I'm thinking you little stinker, when Flint really goes at the stake, hey this is a fun thing to chew (I can imagine, went through his little mind) then his siblings most likely thought the same thing and tacked him... and he gives me this "look".  I tell my friend I'm on the phone with to hold on... put the phone down walk over to find him hooked... I pick him up and the stake comes along with him!  I tell my friend I have to go, and hang up before I even hear her response.

My daughter shoo's the rest inside and into crates and away we go.  Mark, bless his heart, was calming on the phone... there was no blood but I was still pretty freaked... here's Flint sitting farely calm with a metal stake hanging from his mouth.

I call the EV and the vet tech giggles... so I'm thinking ok, this must not be too bad.

We walk in and Dr. Karl, grins and says "Well, that's not what I was expecting". 

$70+ dollars later, and 15 minutes, stake was unwrapped from around the flap in the back of his throat and he's groggy but no worse for wear.  With a throbbing finger (Yes I tried to take it out at home...or atleast get his mouth open), a giggling med staff and laughing daughter and daized puppy we headed home. 

Since the last car ride he took by himself ending in icecream cones, I think that he was disappointed when we just went straight home!

By the way did I mention  we have a fundraiser going... we're selling specially labeled King sized Hershey Bars for $2 a piece all the profits go to guess what!  Annie and her darlings vet bills.  If you are interested in getting a few, please email me.  I'll ship them!