Their senses are becoming much more acute. When mom comes into the whelping bed, in seconds, the puppies have picked up her scent. A lemming-like, mad dash ensues (well, a brisk wobble-and-stumble), and the jostling and nudging doesn't stop until they have each shouldered their way into a likely spot, pummelling poor Lola until they are rewarded with a meal. Then the fat little tails start to wag.
The hounds have picked up the scent...
...and are in hot pursuit...
Found her!
Patience is rewarded.
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