Our dog days quickly turned into puppy days when I rescued six puppies. Talk about turning our place out here in the woods into an uproar.
These adorable little critters were in danger of being run over and starved. They ate and ate until their little tummies were full.
Here is one little fellow who is sticking close by the food dish.
Another two get a drink of water.
I placed the dear little things in my enclosed back garden for safety. As soon as I would open up the back door there was a mad scramble of puppies trying to climb up the steps with tails all madly wagging.
Meanwhile the big dogs were trying to figure out what had invaded their back yard. Here Shep and one little fellow have a doggy introduction.
Talk about curious!
The pups kept sticking their noses and heads out through the lattice trying to wiggle their fat little bodies through the fence.
And you wouldn't believe all the holes they found underneath the fence. First a nose would poke out...
Then a head...
Then two heads would appear while the rest tried to squeeze out too.
Here Shep is guarding one of the pups that escaped.
I gave them doggy biscuits to try and keep them entertained, knotted old nylons into doggy toys, and anything else I could think of.
The only quiet time was when they took a puppy nap. If they didn't roll completely over on their backs with their legs in the air they would stretch out flat on any surface where they happened to be for a quick snooze.
Here two brothers are still enough to snap a picture.
Every couple of hours I was counting heads to make sure that they were still in the garden and all the wiggly little bodies were safe. We kept blocking holes and rescuing pups that hung themselves up in the lattice. After five days when they kept escaping, I call the local animal rescue shelter and they came and got the puppies.
I hugged all the furry little bodies good-bye. It was hard to see them go. It's what you call puppy love.
