The Autumn 2025 Litter at the Briarpatch

 Hi everyone! It’s Scilla here, and wow, what a day! Seven tiny, wiggly puppies have arrived and I couldn’t be happier (or prouder!). My humans say it was quite the late-night adventure, but I just couldn’t wait any longer to meet my little crew. They’re warm, squeaky, and already stealing hearts. I keep counting them, just to make sure all seven are still snuggled close. Motherhood suits me just fine… now, back to cuddles and milk bar duty! 

We also grew a lot this week. One minute we were jellybeans and now we are chubby baked potatoes with legs. We take our growth very seriously. Some of us have already mastered the art of the accidental somersault, which happens when your head is very big and your balance is very questionable. Overall, Week One has been a huge success. We plan to continue our rigorous training schedule of naps, snacks, and squirming. Stay tuned for Week Two where we hope to discover our voices, our feet, and maybe the ability to stay upright for more than three seconds.

 Hi, it is me, the roundest Briarpatch puppy, reporting from my favourite place in the whole world.... which is directly under the heat lamp. I am basically a tiny roasted marshmallow at this point. While my siblings wander around bumping into each other like sleepy bumper cars, I choose comfort. I choose warmth. I choose lying dramatically on my back like I am sunbathing on a tropical beach. 

 Hi, it is us, the Briarpatch puppies, and Week Three has been wild. We can see, we can wobble, and one of us has fully committed to her signature move which is lying on her back like a tiny starfish. She does it constantly. During naps, during playtime, even in the middle of a dramatic wobble walk. The humans think it is adorable and honestly, we agree. We are chewing on each other, bumping into everything, and discovering that life is pretty great when you can flop over and sun your belly at any moment. Week Three is a success.

 Hi, it is us, the Briarpatch puppies, and Week Four has officially turned us into tiny mountaineers. Now that we can see properly, we are climbing everything. We climb blankets, we climb each other, we climb Mom, who is not impressed but is trying her best to be patient. If there is a small bump in the bedding, we treat it like a majestic mountain and conquer it with great wobbling enthusiasm. 

 I used to think my siblings were the best pillows, but then I met the monkey stuffy. It never wiggles, always smells nice, and fits my head just right. I hug it, sigh very dramatically, and fall asleep like I made an excellent life choice.  

 Today we made a shocking discovery: humans have tiny chew toys attached to their feet. They wiggle, they squeak sometimes, and they appear exactly when we are at perfect ankle height. We attack them with full enthusiasm, growling softly to show we are fierce predators, while the humans laugh and say “no no no” which clearly means “try again.” Honestly, we feel very proud of this scientific breakthrough. 

 Every day we get scooped up, inspected, and placed on the magical scale that decides our fate. We’re weighed, measured, and gently stretched like tiny potatoes while the humans nod very seriously and write things down. It feels like it happens constantly, but we cooperate because afterward we get cuddles and are told we’re “perfect,” which honestly makes it worth it 

 Today we stepped outside and discovered the world has turned cold and sparkly. The snow touched our toes and we froze in surprise like tiny statues, then immediately tried to taste it because obviously that was the right choice. We bounced, pounced, and zoomed in very important circles until our paws got chilly and we remembered cuddles exist. Snow is confusing, magical, and definitely something we will conquer later… after a nap. 

 Mom says she needs a break, but we are pretty sure that is just a suggestion. At week 8 we are full of zoomies, squeaks, and very important play business that cannot wait. We chase her, tumble over each other, and insist she join in because naps are boring and we are adorable. She sighs, we pounce, and somehow everyone agrees this is love. 

 Week 9 feels a little different around here. Some of our siblings packed up their toys, gave us one last lick, and headed off to their forever homes, which is exciting and also a bit confusing. There’s more room in the bed now, but we still pile in out of habit and look around when it’s too quiet. We’re happy for them, we miss them, and the two of us left are sticking extra close… just in case.