Today is a good day

I don't know why she won't stop crying. It is that constant, persistent cry that demands attention and goes right to the very core of my being as only a puppy can. She is not happy to be back in the whelping box. Her brother and 3 sisters are sleeping contently in a big fluffy fur pile and then there is Rosie. Sitting among them, nose toward the sky, lamenting for all to hear at the injustice of having to sit in the whelping box instead of exploring the wonderful new world beyond these walls. Walls that have become just a bit taller since her last great escape. Her pitiful cry spurs me to get the exercise pen done. With the help of Honey and Son, the pen is done and ready for the Dear Ones. We bundle them up in a basket and take them outside for the first time. The wonder and amazement was a joy to behold. Five little noses stuck to the ground and five little tails, frantic with each sniff. After giving the pen a thorough inspection, they settle down to the important play. Romping and wrestling. A stick, a rope and game of tug of war. Chase the sister, tackle the brother, until into an exhausted heap they lay, even Rosie.