Tomorrow the first of the pups is scheduled to move to his new home. So that makes tonight the last night all 8 of the gang will be together under my roof.
It’s been an amazing journey during the last 8 weeks. The woofs have grown from tiny little sproglets into puppies that love to play and get up to no end of mischief. I’ve been there all the way, even sleeping on the floor next to the litter for the first three and a half weeks!
I’ve fed them every meal after Aggie handed me the baton, washed up every bowl and wiped up all the mess. Although I’m tied and in need of a holiday (!) I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Raising a litter of bassets is incredibly hard work, as anyone who has done it knows, but incredibly giving. I love my woofs and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
So as the 8-week-marker from birth to first pup leaving home comes around, I want to say I’m so thankful for the time I’ve got to spend raising the C-litter. It’s been stressful at times, but I’ve loved it and loved watching you grow. This intense period of my life will always be associated with you but now you’re ready to go on to your new lives.