Very tentative steps are being made toward walking. Leaps and bounds are being made toward being cute. I have a couple puppies who are adamantly refusing to eat the mash I provide and a couple others who are happily eating their own share and anyone else's they can get. That is normal and eventually every one will be on board the space ship called Food Dish. (I haven't posted a photo of it but that's what it looks like - a flying saucer puppy food dish). The exponential explosion from darling into adorable hasn't even reached maximum saturation yet ... hard to imagine right?
Ya, Miss Purple doesn't believe it either. She's pretty sure that being this sweet is just the tip of the iceberg. Even if her face is dirty with her recent meal ... in a way it just gives her a plus 1 for Cute.
And just who has a lock on so-cute-you-want-to-squeeze-him-until-his-head-pops-off? Mr Blue ... obviously. I haven't had a puppy like him in a litter before, at just 3 weeks old he's 100% personality and knows it. Demands it. Screams it. Loudly.
Mr Green is Mr Snuggle Pants. He's very big on the cuddling and loves to be held. He's the smallest male by a large margin but he will have a very pretty face - probably a combination of his mom and dad which will be a good balance.
I didn't get everyone in the photos, some of them didn't come out right and some of the puppies were sleeping lumps of puppy snores by the time I starting taking photos. I figure we've had enough photos of sleeping puppy since that's pretty much all they do for the first 19 days. For the next few days it will be mostly sitting and splay-legged puppies which is fine because all too soon I'll be chasing them while they chase each other, the cats, Esme, their Mom, their Dad and imaginary bunnies.