28th March 2015
The pups have had a half a kg raw meat with their pup biscuits. Now they are out on the
verandah. It is cool outside, about 17
degrees, and 22 inside. They have two kennels to snuggle into.
They are not pleased as they would like to
roam the house. But yesterday as there were high winds they spent all day
inside with only short exeats to the garden.
Their walking on wet grass cleans
their paws, and searching under bushes must start their outdoor education in
smells and the discovery of bones, sticks and just now figs under the fig
tree. Meanwhile I have time to clean up
their sleeping pen.
Outside are Whistler, Bonny and Mara. Whistler is biding his time to get in with
Abbi who is on heat. I want to get these two de-sexed as I shall do no more
breeding. They are a stunning pair, and
all was set for perhaps two more litters of these blue pups, but I am moving
house. I am leaving the farm slowly. The process has begun with some house
hunting. And moving in to town involves downsizing my whippet pack.
The pups are seven weeks.
I am pleased with their progress.
Each is becoming more adventurous when they go outside, often pursuing
Jilli for a feed.
About five of them have been
ready to walk down the hill to the farm gate with the older whippets. Until recently, the other four have found
going back inside more attractive, but the outside does become more interesting
for any pup!
Yesterday I took Jessica down on the farm, where I dealt
with feeding donkeys and cattle for about half an hour. She explored the bush paddocks, was attentive
to my whereabouts and came back like a ‘good girl’! Much to my relief she did not streak off for
twenty minutes after a scent and a rabbit.
In the morning Cam had caught a small bunny, and seemed to need no more
food for the day. He large and seems
slower than the smaller whippets but is a successful hunter. It must hinge on
learning the business.
Abbi is much confined to my bedroom as she is on heat. But she seems to like being the special girl,
and it has given me the chance to spend time with her. She goes in willingly when I open the door
for her. Jessica is a few months older which
means that Abbi has to deal with the put downs.
They play together and I would have said that their strength was about
equal, but the seniority shows through.
I am going to miss this whippet-centred
life. They are like children who have
space and time to play.