4th Week.. almost the end...

Today is 19th August 2005. In two days, the puppies shall be one month old. I guess they really can't stay with me forever...

Thinking of buying a chew toy for each one of them, and maybe cooking something nice for the puppies.

Most, if not all of them, have seemingly grown teeth. Able to eat rice and lap up milk from CanCan's bowl. And boy, is she ultra pissed about it. Hope she manages to teach the pups as much as possible. The pups are getting physically stronger and more well-coordinated. They no longer hobble around me but run circles, playing catching with my feet and occasionally attempting to chew on my toes.

Officially, I think about 6 or 7 of them have been confirmed places with people who would like to adopt already. Nobody seems to like Cow. I like him alot actually. He's the only rascal who always greets me with furious wagging of his short fat tail.

If everything is smooth, in 2 more weeks, just 2 more weeks and CanCan & I, my whole family would have to part with the pups... They'd probably be better off with people who care for and could provide more for them anyway. Who the hell, who the fuck would remember this dingy place, this cramped balcony to share with 7 siblings, this telephone table where they were excreted, this stupid short fat boy who knew nuts about puppy care... I hope CanCan wouldn't cry. I've heard that dogs cry, and I hope I won't see it...