Eden and Freckles turned four months old today, so we decided to shove them back in the box they came in. Needless to say, it was impossible to duplicate the old photo.

We also celebrated by replacing the bear and elephant:

Eden and Freckles know how to sit now, with an emphasis on know how to. This morning, they got lesson two in laying down, which they both took to pretty well. They get special snacks for sitting and laying down; we’re getting them prepared for the socialist revolution, in the event that Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and BRCK BM solidify control of the federal government. Of course, they also spend a majority of their day in a 24”x18” jail… so you can draw your own conclusions there.

They’re good when they’re not going for the jugular. That is, when they’re sleeping.

I believe I’ve indicated that the puppies like to fight, but I’m not sure I made it clear that they bite and scream and claw and yelp and ravage each other constantly, non-stop, every chance they get. There’s nothing I can do to stop them from killing each other, and they never rest. Whenever they’re together, they’re exchanging fangs. That is, except for one instance…

Excuse me, Eden just peed on the floor.

Ok, back. She knows better than that, because she did the other thing as soon as we went outside. But I’m glad I caught her in the act and scared her straight, although I do think she’s pure evil and did that out of spite.

Anyway, as I was saying… there is one one exception to the kill-each-other-24/7-rule. And that is the thirst factor. When one pup is drinking, the bloodsport takes a time out. It’s game-off for approximately 35 seconds, and then Round 488 begins.

So because the water bowl is a de-militarized zone, I’ve decided to remodel our home and cover the floor with wall-to-wall water dishes. Problem solved.

Now back to my previously-scheduled chaos. Wait, no… Freckles is drinking. Score!

The shocking video is below the fold. Viewer discretion is advised: (more…)

Notice the two toys in the background, completely ignored, while Eden and Freckles fight over a third toy. That’s how we roll.

Here’s a second photo dedicated to those of you who wrote it ask about the fate of the Baked Lays box; don’t worry, it’s still around. It has definitely seen better days, but one of its four corners still stands.

Eden and Freckles are headed back to the Vet in a few minutes. We’re sure they’ll check out just fine, because they’ve been eating healthy Baked Lays instead of the bad kind. Chips are good for puppies, right?

…when you pry it from her cold, wet nose.

As expected, we have our hands full with the new staff. At the risk of becoming Michael Vick’s roommate, I’ve placed the shocking, behind-the-scenes video below the fold. (more…)

Having declined the prospect of running a time-consuming political campaign, I decided to undertake something even more challenging — adopting two 8-week-old Cocker Spaniel puppies. So if the activity on this blog declines over the next six months, you’ll know why; the puppies will be training us. On the other hand, Eden and Freckles have agreed to contribute to a semi-regular new feature called The Puppy Roundtable (with apologies to Willisms.com). Stay tuned.