Weekend Summary . . .

Big News - The President (ASTC) made the journey from the Virginia hinterlands (Lovettsville) to the unknown suburbs of Maryland (Cottage City). Ms. Sharon Yard performed The Laying on The Hands, Can Only Pick One Ceremony on Sunday afternoon. We're not going to tell you which one she picked. Sharon will have the honor of making that announcement.

In other news, more cute pics in the living room and more lessons in Sealy thought process . . .

Few folks know that tennis balls were originally invented by dogs. They called them Woof. Everything in dog is either woof or grrr - the meaning is in the inflection.

Keep Away is a favorite game. Share is not. As a foreshadowing of things to come, note that a Sealy pup that small has no trouble latching on to a ball that big. You'll get to know that mouth later.
Sealys are smart enough to know that if they want something, say a woof under a coffee table, they can sit patiently while someone else goes under to get it. Then they can take it away.

However, patiently is just not in a Sealy's genes. It only takes a moment before he's going under on his own.

The last pic has nothing to do with any of this. Just two Sealys hanging out in the pup box.

Quick Post - Sealy thinking process . . .

Just a quick post today and one pic. Sealys have a unique way of approaching things. If it seems right to them, then it is. A food bowl that is empty is no longer a food bowl. Could be a bed. Or a communications tool - take your pick:

a. If there's no refill, I might as well sit in it.

b. If there is a refill, I'll be first in line.

c. I'm sooo cute. Take that Beneful bit away and bring me a proper treat.

Loose in the house . . .

Eventually, you just have to take a chance on the carpet and let them loose. This clip also features mom Lucy to give you an idea of what they'll look like when they grow up. Everyone that knows Sealys just said "When they grow up??!!" Sealys never really grow up. George, at 10, still has her puppy moments. Just one more of their great qualities. Many, many years ago someone said "Once you have had a Sealy, no other dog will do." It still holds true.

The Iceman Cometh

Another Sealy favorite is ice, especially after a romp in the front yard. This is their first experience with a bowl of crushed ice. Sealy curiosity overcomes any trepidation. The second bowl of ice didn't stand a chance - gone before any photo ops.

Splendor In the Grass?

In this last pic, the 2 on the far right (>) are the males.

We've started to introduce the pups to the great outdoors. Or at least the front yard. They're OK with the grass, but they really want the bars down so they can explore. What has 28 legs and spreads like oil on water? A pack of Sealy pups let loose.

Dinner in the round . . .

So, how do you feed 7 pups? The idea is a bowl big enough that they can all get a spot around it, but not so wide they have to walk through it to get to the food in the middle. It also has to be deep enough to hold enough, but not so deep that you have to clean cereal off their eyelids. Just so happens that a chip and dip server (from Dollar City!) works out just right - just don't fill the center. Someone told one little guy that if he uncoverd a star first, he'd win a prize. Turns out we got the prize about 15 minutes later, lots of little prizes, actually.

Three weeks . . .

My co-worker is going to let me have it for not following chronological order, but . . . these are actually the second set of pics, a week before we started the weaning. Enjoy . . .