Puppies, puppies, puppies

Helen's out shopping and I have control of the house, the three dogs, and the nine puppies. The puppies are getting active and I thought I'd give them the chance to roam around their whole pen, and not just the crate. They certainly are active. The female Golden has been named "Aria" by Helen as she is CONSTANTLY howling. The puppies charged out of the crate and ran all about the pen.

Pretty soon they were organizing in gangs and chasing after each other. There is nothing as alluring as a wagging tail.

"We'll huddle down here away from those ruffians".

With in about 20 minutes they were looking to get out.

"He's guarding the gate! Perhaps there's a way out up here.

It was madness for just a little while. They ran and they ran and now every one of them is tuckered out. The quiet is deafening as even Aria is silent. Peace returns to our home, if only for a little while.