The light colored pup is T-Bone. Dave's decided we're keeping him. He was the biggest and fattest pup of the litter when they were born. The others have caught up to his size, but he continues to be the leader of the pack, so to speak, and very independent. The chocolate pup is the runt of the litter. His name is Rocky. His coloring reminds me of Rocky Road ice cream (mmmm, ice cream). He's still the smallest, and his brothers sometimes pick on him, but he's holding his own. I've kinda grown attached to him. From the front he looks like a little bulldog - his legs are still bowed and his front paws are huge. We don't have names for the black puppies yet. Right now they go by Gray Socks and White Socks.
For the first two weeks of their lives we didn't have access to the puppies because Rinka hid them deep under a large lantana bush (have I mentioned how much I hate lantanas?). But Ceres and Dave managed to belly-crawl their way into the den to check on them and to pull them out. We bring them inside the house in the afternoon for some A/C therapy. It doesn't matter how big a bush is, it's not going to keep them cool in 115 degree weather. In the past couple of days, however, nobody has had to crawl under the bush because the pups are hanging out outside of it, playing and napping under the shade of the pomegranate tree. Life is good for the little guys.
The Cat hates them all, of course, and sleeps on my bed until we take them back outside.
