The Bean puppies are 7 weeks old today! They are all friendly, playful, joyful and, it goes without saying, adorable pups.
They continue to pack on the pounds. Pinto and Zulu have exceeded 16 pounds and the “smaller” ones are over 13 pounds.
We were gifted with a sunny, 45 degree January day here in Michigan yesterday. With past litters, we have started letting them romp around outdoors a few times each day (and deposit some of their poops there!) at around 6 ½ weeks of age. But due to the season, I didn’t think these Bean puppies would be so lucky. Lo and behold…sun!
Some of the puppies were cautious about venturing into the great outdoors…for about 10 seconds. Then, they were off and running like children just let out of school.
The puppies went outside twice yesterday, each time for about 15 minutes. They ran around like crazy, discovered sticks and leaves, and enjoyed extended games of chase the children. In summary, they enjoyed puppy paradise!
Unfortunately for them, we got some snow and ice overnight and the high today is about 20 degrees colder than yesterday. Just when the puppies discovered the joys and freedoms of the great outdoors, they will have their playtime restricted to indoors again.
The puppies have continued to have a slew of visitors. We have a busy household and consort with many a dog lover (who would have thought?!). The puppies adore human attention and our visitors oblige.
Big news yesterday: Amina/Beans was adopted! She went home with a wonderful couple who fell in love with her and are looking forward to making her part of the family. I am so excited for her, so glad she’s finally home.
I went to the shelter yesterday morning to visit with her and say our final goodbyes. She bowled me over with leaps and kisses. She had been spayed the day before and was in no position to chase balls or go for a long walk (though she didn’t seem to know it!), so we hung out in a play yard for some snuggles and relaxation in the sun.
Beans gave me a complete sniff down. I am sure that I constantly smell like puppy to any discerning dog nose (and probably to many humans…sorry). I don’t know how much of the monologue she understood, but I reassured her that the pups are thriving and that she was moving on, that very day, to her forever home.
Another adoption, another happy ending. Why then do I still feel the anguish – with which every foster is probably familiar – deep in my heart? I try to remind myself that the pain is a product of the love, just another sign that my well is deep. When we do this right, it simply hurts at times. Goodbye, sweet girl. Happy life.