Solo at Ten Days Old
At ten days, Mae’s solo puppy boy (who, for now, has pretty much just been christened ‘Solo’) seems to be doing wonderfully. He eats like a piglet, wiggles non stop, and is generally a content little guy.
I don’t like writing too much about him, since I’m afraid I’ll jinx him…
He weighs 15.4 ounces, and is as cute as a little plush stuffed animal.
Mae has an allergy on her nose, from the wool blanket I had in her crate for a few days. Every time I take away the puppy to bottle feed him – I’m still bottle feeding him four times a day – poor Mae tears about the whelping box and her crate, trying to find him. Now I feed him in her room, while she sits on the bed next to us, looking worried. She settles down eventually, and I bottle feed him with one hand, while I rub her tummy with the other. She’s been such a good girl.
Photos here, taken minutes ago:
This one is my favorite:
This is good news! We’ll all keep pulling for the little guy
Love hearing good news – he’s just adorable. We’re all hoping for the best. And – showing my age – wouldn’t Napoleon be a good name? (Just in case it doesn’t ring a bell: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057765/)
I’m sending good vibes and top-quality mojo from SoCal — he’s adorable. Bless Mae’s heart.
Have a great New Year!