Friday, January 8, 2010

The Pack on the Hunt

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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