April 10, 2009
The pups are 21 days old.
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"Manners, please!" Anchundia commands, "Take your turns. The milk will not run dry!" |
"Single file, please. And if that doesn't work, I can turn off the faucet!" Anchundia tells the brood. |
"Peace at last. I'm glad I saw that idea on TV to eat Valium so it will pass through to the milk hounds [no pun intended] and equally as glad the idea worked." Anchundia sleepily remarks. |
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Heather plots, "Let's see. I can put one in my back pocket, one in my purse, and probably twist Mom's arm to take another one." |
"I can fit this one in my front pocket," Randi agrees. |
Perhaps she should skip breakfast. |
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"Okay, boys," Larsen whispers. "She's asleep. If we're quiet & swift, we can toilet paper the whole living room before she is awakened." |
"Where in the world did he learn how to snore?" Anchundia wonders. |
Anchundia is mesmerized with an ear-base massage from Randi. |
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As opposed to "out," "Fall in!" |
Puppy Love |
Is it a tail or a handle? |
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"Save me, Foster Dad. Please protect me from those things that grew teeth & nails." Anchundia begs. |
You've heard of bearskin rugs? This is humanhide rug, a luxury item for pups. |
Job description: Sleep. Anywhere. Any time. Any position. |
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"I spy a puppy about to chew wood," an ever-watchful mama dog says. |
"Darn it!" Larsen cries. "Caught in the act." |
Larsen wonders, "Hmmm. Do you think I can keep from getting caught if I hide behind this human?" |
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"Whee!" Larsen says as he slides down the lap mountain. |
"Promise to stay cute & little & out of trouble," Heather tells Larsen. |
L. B. has a vivid imagination. He thinks the feet are actually French doors opening to red carpet. |
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A relieved Anchundia says, "Finally an escape. They're still in the wobbly stage. There is no way they can climb this high." |
"Hello! Welcome to the Larsen Show. Sit down & enjoy. I promise to keep you in laughter & love." |
Larsen lets everybody know "For my first scene, I will take a bite out of this finger. Don't worry. I will give Heather all due credits." |
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"This is the life. Warm, embracing arms; a tasty finger; things on which to plan future attacks. Ahhh. Heaven," L. B. decides. |
Anchundia asks sneaky L. B., "Just where do you think you're going? You know you have a curfew." |
"I have to check your pretend diaper. I have to get practice in this area," Heather tells L. B. |
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L. B. or Sinatra? (The eye color may change.) |
Lying at Randi's elbow crease, L. B.'s head forms a heart shape. |
L. B. asks, "Am I not the cutest little baby you've ever seen?" |
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Peek-a-boo |
"You tell me. Which one of us is more handsome: me or that fellow on the left with the big ears?" L. B. wants to know. |
L. B. |
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"I have to rock you to sleep. I have to get practice in this area," Randi tells Luis |
Luis enjoys his massage. |
"Ha ha ha," Luis laughs at Lucy. "You drank so much you didn't even make it in the house before you passed out!" |
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Luis |
"Hmmm. I wonder what kind of shampoo she uses. I like that smell!" says Luis, who is usually surrounded by other smells. |
Luis and the Puppy Balance Beam |
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While Mama is distracted, the puppy sneaks a drink. |
"If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold me against it?" Luis asks. |
"Ooh, I love those butt scratches," Luis basks. |
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Heather listens for Luis' heartbeat. |
One man's leg is a pup's mountain. Lukas is climbing Mount Everest. |
Lukas looking for trouble |
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Lukas' first meal: a delicious finger. |
Randi says, "Two lap puppies are better than one" as she holds Lucy & L. B. |
"What do you mean that probably wasn't gas?" Heather wants to know. |
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Lucy whispers sweet somethings in Heather's ear, right before she takes a little nibble. |
Lucy is squeezably soft. |
"Just one more step, and I'm on the sweet path of trouble," The fleur-de-lis'ed Lucy says. |
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"See Spot run," Heather reads Lucy her first book. |
Lucy laughs, "Ha ha ha. Watching those other puppies wobble around is hilarious!" |
"You have a choice. I can either give you a little kiss right there or I can lick off your lipstick. What's it gonna be?" Lucy asks Heather. |
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Lucy |
And to all a good night. |
