We are in our new homes!

We are very lucky puppies indeed! We have all been adopted and are being spoiled rotten! Thanks so much for following our story!

Puppies Party Hard

They're always ready for a good time so we rang in the New Year with a Big Bang! The first puppy left for its new home on January 15th so it was a bittersweet last gathering. In the course of an hour they managed to shred five rolls of streamers, chew up fourteen noise makers, lose their hats and get tangled up in their costume jewelry too many times to count. They gorged on biscuits and goat milk and then one by one collapsed for much needed naps. A good time was had by all and if you ever think you're overwhelmed by life, just try keeping party hats on six Bullmastiff puppies and take their pictures. As the party neared it's end I was lying on my side wedged into a corner still trying to get the perfect shot. They spotted me and commenced to attack what they perceived to be a monster on my head, I call it my hair! I am sure their Uncle Tucker put them up to that!

Our 99th Bath!

Yes you read correctly. The little Angels, and I use that term lightly, have just about made it to 100 baths in thirty days. When they turned four weeks old they were given their own room, lucky for their staff of five it has a concrete floor. It is very nicely decorated with two cozy boxes lined with soft warm blankets, six tiny puppy bowls and a combination of throw rugs and newspapers on the floor.





Since discovering the joy of mobility they play a game which we refer to as the Poop and Slide. Here is how it goes:

First they pork out on a couple of big bowls of puppy chow, next comes the nap which is usually two hours in duration. Hugo usually is the first to wake. He then proceeds to get everyone else up and going and they drain a huge bowl of water. Hugo then circles around until he is in the exact center of the room and...... you guessed it ...deposits a huge pile of poop. This is the cue for the rest of them to mobilize and take action. Within seconds the other five have strategically pooped in various areas of the room. Now it's time for them to pee in between all of the piles of poop. This all transpires in less than twenty seconds, I am sure they have conducted time studies and figured out that it takes about 42.7 seconds for us to smell their dirty little deeds. That gives them a full twenty seconds to run and slide and wrestle their way through six piles of puppy poop. By the time we smell what's going on it's too late. None the less we race in to access the damage. Now the real fun begins. Try catching six Bullmastiff puppies who don't want to be caught and take great joy in seeing just how much poop they can smear on you, plus you're slipping on the newspaper which is saturated with pee.

What do you do with six poopy puppies, give them a bath! So we have two people giving baths, one person towel drying and two people cleaning and putting their room back together, because they are now exhausted and need another nap. Their Uncle Tucker is very proud :)

Our Uncle Tucker

This is our Uncle Tucker. He is the "In Charge" Bully at the Vet Clinic. He acts like he doesn't like us, but just try to get near one of us when he's in charge :) He is way cool. He barks and growls and can even balance on three legs when he pees. He used to be a show dog, but now he spends his time going on farm calls and protecting the clinic from burglars and cats. He is going to read us The Bullmastiff Manual when we get a little older. There are very important lessons to learn such as begging, counter surfing, slobber flinging, and whacking your human with a front paw if you're not getting what you want. Once we master the basics then we move on to the art of the six hour nap, preferably sprawled on our backs with our paws in the air on a leather sofa. We will also study eating things that we shouldn't and super noxious eye watering farts, which are far more advanced than the regular fart. Once we are adopted and our humans adore us beyond the bounds of rational behavior he will send us secret emails to complete our training. He has hinted that these will include but are not limited to: If I want it I will take it, If it is yours it will become mine, If you are having a dinner party I am the guest of honor, and I will take my half of your bed out of the middle! We love him.

Move Over Anne Geddes, It's Bully Babies!

Here we are at 10 days old and not a moment too soon, the Santa suits are a bit snug. Thank godness for spandex! Hugo's is the tightest, he is a real pig and has absolutely no manners. There are six of us darling little Bully bundles, we are irresistably cute and we know it. In addition to Hugo, there is Stephan, Hero, Darla, Ruby and Rosie.

Stephan is well mannered and always has the most fashionably colored band. Hero is noble and dignified, he was named in honor of "Bubba" Smith.
Darla is definitely not as darling as her name implies. Get in her way of a warmed up rice bag or bottle of goats milk and you will regret it! Ruby is the beauty of the clan, a rich deep red and black mask. Rosie is the sweetest of the bunch. An avid cuddler, she is always the first to curl up and fall asleep in your arms.

Mom doesn't feel up to taking care of us so we have five moms (Amanda, Dana, Ginya, Kelly and Louann), Papa Reppart and Uncle Tucker. They are doing a pretty good job of keeping our tummys full and our bed warm. Mom was able to feed us for several days, but then we got switched to goat's milk, no offense mom but that stuff is great. We have these great warmies in our incubator and we get fed every 2-3 hours around the clock, thank you Kelly, Ginya, Amanda and Papa Reppart for your devotion to sleepless nights. Our eyes opened today and before you know it we will be walking, growling and barking, just like Uncle Tucker.

Day Twenty-Six: Of Course They Are Bullmastiffs!!

I am awake. They are still here. It is true I am a Mom. I am also highly offended that everyone is so amazed that they are Bullmastiff puppies, what kind of a dog do they think I am? And why is Doc walking around with that silly grin? The way he is beaming you would think he gave birth instead of me, well I guess I couldn't have done it without him and Ginya and Kelly and Dana. Oh joy, they want to eat again. I wonder how long this goes on?

Day 25 ... cont.

.....7:00 am: Now that was a dozy of a nap. If it wasn't for all that squeaky noise I could go back to sleep, and what is poking my tummy......OMG!!! Are those things puppies???? Where did they come from and why are they trying to eat my stomach, which by the way feels like crap. Oh no.... did Kelly just call me Momma? Please say it's not true...take them away, give me drugs. I'm going back to sleep, maybe this is just a bad dream. That receptionist has got to start muting that Maury show.