Last night I was thinking about how in two days the pups will start going to their new homes. I was sad that they were sleepy tonight because I would have liked to cuddle some. So I cleaned the room, laid the papers, put out 4 bowls of clean water and food to last them through the night and rolled them all off the wet bedding and onto clean dry bedding. I will miss them. It never gets easier, this short time before the long goodbyes.
Someone asked me, “what do you think puppies dream about?” I think they dream about playing and nursing. And who wouldn’t if that was what your whole life consisted of? And who would really want it any differently if it was?