These little bundles of joy will be four weeks old tomorrow. Born on Christmas Day they really are the gift that keeps on giving.
Three little boys and three little girls.
Better than any Nerf Gun.
Biddy is going to have one blue eye and one brown.
She's one of the keepers.
At this stage anyway.
This is Buster. He thinks he's a wild animal.
Toby, Bronze and Max.
Bronze will also be staying.
Max is Sarah's favourite. She's been doing some serious talking with Dad about his future.
I don't like her chances.
Amy was the runt of the litter, though she's not far behind her mates now.
And in other dog news, Wallace and Sally have taken it upon themselves to whip my Rotweiller Ella into shape. Admittedly the poor old girl's carrying a little excess condition.
Apparently, the hardest part of the trip was pulling her out of a water trough midway.
I know how you feel darlin'.