Puppy ogling

Tilly holding one of the girls with Smudge

This morning although with six children to get ready for school and in the car by 8.30am, along with eleven dogs and nine pups running about the place, we find ourselves drawn to the whelping box and now with the pups becoming ever more active and with their eyes open, playing with them takes president for the children after eating breakfast over getting their teeth and hair brushed and socks and shoes on before getting out the door for the school run.
I'm one of the worse for puppy ogling, I must have to admit and I just can't get enough of sniffing them and of course kissing them. Before you ask, "Yes, as a child I was a thumb sucker." I also used to suck my thumb and had a piece of cloth I used to hold twined over my fingers pressed against my nose, for double sensory comfort, whilst sucking my thumb. I grew out of sucking my thumb around the age of five and replaced it with cuddling animals and getting my olfactory fix from them.
Some don't like the smell of dog, but I actually like the smell of dog, as I love the smell of horse and at the moment another lovely smell is that of the cows when they come in from the field and they have had a shower of rain on them. I often wonder with the rise of skin problems in dogs, that maybe we ought to consider whether over bathing and our homes being so warm these days, might be partly contributing to this, along with all the other chemicals we use around the home. 

So the photos are of some of our children and me getting our morning puppy fix. Our oldest daughter Florrie, when our oldest son Bert was taking photos of me with the pups commented on my hair, as last night I let my in house stylist do my hair. Yes, I have my own hair stylist. Mr Pillow has been doing my hair since I can remember. If I go to bed with my hair wet, Mr Pillow does stuff to my hair other hair stylist could only have nightmares about.  I assured Florrie I was not worried about my hair and that people coming to look at photos of the pups would not be overly worried about my hair and if they were that was their problem not mine.

Look out for the photo of Mushroom. He is the pup who is working his magic on me. I know, I don't want a boy, so I'm regularly slapping myself around the face and saying, "No, Jane !" but love rarely cares for reason. "How come the name Mushroom ?" I hear you say. Well, Mushroom has a brown dot on one of his ears, which looks like a button. You have button mushrooms, so logically we are calling him "Mushroom" and of course being a boy, he is a fungi.

Smudge's pups are today 17 days old and I'm still looking to find homes for a couple of the boys and it looks like I might have to release the sales beast within me and do a blog just about how bloody wonderful these pups are and of course how bloody wonderful I am and exactly what you are buying when you buy a puppy from Poundlane. I have been known to sell the occasional bag of sand, so beware. 

Laughing aside, if interested in Smudge's and Henry's litter that are a cross between a Cavalier and Brittany email me at howarthmurch@btinternet.com with any questions and to arrange a time to have a chat over the phone. Although I feel I may have now put a rod to my own back, as you are going to want me to do a blog about how wonderful these pups are etc etc etc. Lol

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