They're two weeks old tomorrow (born May 27).
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6 comments:
They piled up in that fashion?!
Yes, all by themselves.
The black ones still tend to huddle together, and though not always, more often than not. And their eyes aren't open yet. Nor should they care anyway.
I'm thinking that with the fur color gene there's also a subtle aroma gene that they tend to follow.
I envy you the puppy love ;)
soooooooo sweet!
amazing.
all from ONE LITTER? that's wacky. however, it explains why my sister and I live 20 mins from each other, but never ever meet up for lunch. huh.
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