However, nothing compares with the size of their poop. It seems to be proportionly two times larger than it should be for a dog this size. I have to clean it up so I have become intimately aquinted with the output of a dozen puppies. I find it's easier to actually ignore the poop and make sure I catch the pee because between cleaning up one or the other ... I prefer poop I have to say. So much tider. They also seem to actively avoid stepping in the poop but don't mind tracking pee every where. Any poop stepping is accidental at best and immediately the puppy goes "Ew".
I have basically turned a blind eye to the mayhem that ensues everytime they come out. I just cannot keep track of the destruction. This morning I slept in because I accidentally turned dow the volume on my alarm. I rushed to clean them out, threw down some paper and turned my back for two seconds. They thought that the paper floating from heaven was so much FUN. Blind eyed turned.
Small twinges of sadness grip me once in a while thinking about them going. I hope their new homes are fun and they love long lives and make their people happy. I know they have to go but I still worry. This litter was so much easier than the last and I couldn't wait for those demons to go. These little guys are so good and such easy puppies they spoiled me. Some of them are going far away ... once they're gone ... they're gone. Can anyone else take care of them as well as I do? Of course .... but moms always worry.