Goodbye Puppies

After a grueling 7 weeks of bottle-feeding, poop-cleaning and a lot of fun, it is almost time to say goodbye to the puppies.

They are going to good homes. My friend Christy is getting the boy and Sabrina is getting one girl. The fate of one of the girls is still up in the air. Either she stays behind or go home with Christy.

It will be tough to say goodbye to the puppies. I will miss these poopy bundles of love. Lizzie, the oldest, is the only one I've named. She is Dizzy Lizzie, frantically going in circles in search of mama's milk. I also call her Green Girl, GG for short. I had to tag her foot with green food coloring to distinguish her from the other girl. Dizz is clearly the fearsome leader of the pack. She is the first to bottle feed, the first to open her eyes, the first to lap from a bowl and the first to run out in the grass. She looks like a bunny rabbit when she hops on the grass. I am thinking of keeping her.

I chose not to name the other two puppies, hoping that the anonymity would lessen my attachment, but that's a lost cause. Girl B is the playful one. She wants to play when her brother and sister want to sleep. But she loves her tummy rub. When she is ready for her nap and I come close, she would roll on her back so I would rub her fat stomach.

The boy is the smallest and the sweetest of the bunch. I used to swath him in a blanket and just hold him and he loves it. He is the cuddly sweetheart.

The last 7 weeks was consumed with taking care of puppies and I whine a lot about it. But now that my day of "liberation" is close, I am now experiencing ambivalence about letting them go.

How do I say goodbye to my three little pigs?