We gathered again at Kate and George’s house to immerse ourselves in puppies — 36 days old now. They’re getting more vigorous,
but still crashing hard after a few minutes of excitement.
We don’t know anything about whether they’ll herd sheep worth a damn, but Denise’s pup has mastered the art of the pose.
I’m afraid I’m no closer to figuring out which one will go home with me. There are 4 boys left to choose from, and at least 3 of them made convincing arguments to me today. Kate was commenting that all of Pearl’s pups are forward and interactive, without a timid one among them, so it’s harder to see strongly distinguishing characteristics so far. I have a couple more weeks to get a clue…