Hope now peers her head out of the towel we have draped over the bin in her whelping box and greets me with a bark when I come in the room to feed her. Do you think she has this all figured out? I swear she can hear my footsteps as I walk up the stairs and her waggy tail tells me she is so happy to see me.

Even with all of the waddling around she is doing, she is up to 9 ounces and her coat is appearing to be more of a black sable than a black tri-color. Man oh man is she one beautiful girl!



Hope Is Three Weeks Old!
What is THIS?