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The 2025 Litter at the Briarpatch

Dam: Lily

Ch Briarpatch Lily of the Valley

DOB: 20219.04.27


from:  

AM GCH CAN CH Torwood Ace Dresser AM JH, Can WC (Tor)

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 Ch Prairielight All In The Family (Cocoa)


(see detailed pedigree below)


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Sire: Rush

RBIS GCH DueNorth’s Working Man CD TDN 

DOB: 2019.06.26


from:  

GCH Fleetwing Force of the Moon (Tide) 

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GCh AGMCh Duenorth Flare For Spring (Flare)


(see detailed pedigree below)


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Detailed Pedigree (6-generations), curtesy of  Flatcoatdata 

Briarpatch Lily of the Valley (Lily) (pdf)

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DueNorth’s Working Man (Rush) (pdf)

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Meet The Puppies!

Six Puppies!

Lily, our sweet and gentle girl, is expecting six puppies, due on February 18, 2025! She's been taking it all in stride, staying calm and collected as her big day approaches. We can't wait to welcome her little ones into the world and see their tiny paws and wagging tails. Stay tuned for the puppy countdown!

The Whelping Room

We're getting the whelping room ready for Lily as she prepares to welcome her puppies! A cozy, quiet space with soft bedding, warm blankets, and everything she’ll need for a smooth delivery. Nesting instincts are kicking in, and we’re making sure she feels safe and comfortable for the big day. Excitement is building—puppy time is almost here!

A Day Early!

Lily surprised us by delivering her six beautiful puppies a day early!  She welcomed two boys and four girls, all healthy, strong, and already full of tiny wiggles. Mama is doing amazing, resting comfortably while tending to her little ones. We’re overjoyed and can’t wait to watch these pups grow!

Day 1

 Day one in the world, and wow—what a journey! I’m Mr. Green, the youngest boy, and life so far is all about warmth, milk, and snuggles. I can’t see or hear yet, but I can definitely smell Mama, and her fur is the coziest place to be. My siblings are all wiggling around me, and we pile together in the softest little puppy pile. It’s been a big day, but for now, it’s time to nap, dream, and grow!  

Day 1, where meal time is all day

 Hi, my name is Miss Pink, and today is my first day in the world! That's me, third from the left, getting milk from Mama. It's the best thing ever, but Mr. Green—he’s a bit of a glutton! He keeps trying to nudge me out of the way, wanting more milk for himself. But I’m not giving up my spot! I’ve learned to stay close to Mama and hold my ground. Every little sip makes me stronger. It's been a big day, but I'm ready for whatever comes next—especially if it means more of Mama's love!  

Day 2

Day two, and I’m still getting used to this whole "mom of six" thing. My puppies are so tiny, blind, and completely dependent on me—I can feel their little bodies snuggling close as they nurse. I’m tired, but I don’t mind. Keeping them warm, fed, and safe is all that matters right now. My humans keep checking on me, making sure I have plenty of water and food, which helps since I need all the energy I can get. My body aches a little, but I curl around my babies, listening to their soft whimpers, knowing I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.

Day 2, turned around

Hello, I’m Miss Brown! I’m small, very new, and I spend most of my time sleeping, eating, and snuggling with my brothers and sisters. Life is warm and cozy—but sometimes, things get a little confusing. 

Like just now! I had a nap, all curled up tight, but when I woke up… oh no! I got turned around! Everything is dark, and I can’t smell Mom right away. I wiggle and squirm, paddling my tiny paws, crawling clumsily until I find her warm belly. I nuzzle in close, latch on, and start to nurse. All is right again.

Day 3

 Hi there! I’m Miss Yellow, the explorer in my litter. My world is full of new smells, warm snuggles, and wobbly little adventures. I love curling up with my siblings, but I’m always the first to wiggle toward something exciting! I may be small now, but just wait—I’m already stealing hearts one paw step at a time! 

Day 3, snuggles and naps

 Hello! I’m Miss Purple, the snuggliest pup in the litter. While my siblings are off exploring, I love curling up in a cozy pile, especially next to my sister, Miss Brown—she’s the best cuddle buddy! Her warmth makes every nap extra dreamy. I may be small, but my heart is big, and I’m always ready to share a snuggle (or two)!

Day 4

Hello world, I’m Mr. Blue, there on the left. I'm the eldest boy in the litter. At just four days old, my world is mostly about eating, sleeping, and snuggling with my siblings. When I was born, I couldn’t see or hear yet, but I could have sworn I felt my mother howl something awful. Maybe she was announcing my arrival? Either way, I’m here now, warm, well-fed, and ready to grow into the big, strong boy I was meant to be.

Day 4, Mr. Blue's first manicure

 I was having the best nap, all warm and cozy, when suddenly—I was lifted! My tongue was still stuck out, but I was too sleepy to care. Something gentle touched my tiny paws, and before I knew it, my little nails were trimmed for the very first time. It didn’t hurt, but it did make me wiggle just a bit. Then, just as quickly as it began, I was back with my siblings... 

Day 4, a sleepy surprise!

 I knew something was coming, so I did my best to warn my sleeping siblings—squeaking and squawking as loud as my tiny voice would allow. “Wake up! They’re trimming nails!” But just as I was getting into it, I caught the scent of my mom nearby. Suddenly, all thoughts of danger vanished. My little legs wobbled as I made a beeline for the milk bar. A full belly is way more important than a nail trim, anyway. 

Day 5

Hello again—Mr. Green here. I’m just five days old, but I’ve already figured out the best nap spot—right up near Mama’s head. Her breath is warm against my fur, and every so often, she gives me a gentle nuzzle, just to check on me. My brothers and sisters are nestled together below, but up here, it’s just me and her, safe and quiet. My tiny paws twitch in my sleep, lost in dreams I don’t yet understand. But for now, all I need is Mama, her warmth, and this perfect little moment.

Day 5, pillow problems

  Hey there, it’s Miss Brown! Let me tell you—I’m growing. Just a few days ago, I was half this size, but now I’m twice the pup I used to be! My belly is round, my legs are stronger, and I can wiggle my way anywhere I want. But apparently, getting bigger means I’m also a perfect pillow—at least, that’s what Miss Yellow seems to think. Every time I settle in for a nap, she flops right on top of me like I’m the coziest spot around. I don’t mind too much… for now. But just wait—soon, I’ll be the one doing the squishing! 

Day 6

Oh, hi there! I’m Lily, geological assistant. official office greeter, and champion cuddle buddy. But my latest job? Full-time mom to six tiny, wiggling, ever-hungry fur potatoes. My life used to be all about fieldwork—supervising my humans, rolling in the best dirt, swimming in swampiest swamps, and of course, making sure every meeting started with a belly rub.

Day 6, life in a box

 Now? I live in a box. A cozy, warm, never-leave-except-to-pee box. I'm surrounded by six little creatures who think I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet. Sleep? Ha! That’s a thing of the past. Every time I close my eyes, someone needs a snack, a cuddle, or a bath (which, apparently, is my job too). My humans keep telling me I’m amazing, bringing me snacks like I’m some kind of queen—which, honestly, I am. Sure, I’m exhausted, but have you seen these puppies? Absolute perfection! Tiny paws, little grunts, and the softest snuggles. So yeah, life in a box isn’t so bad… as long as the room service keeps coming. 

Day 7

 Hello, it’s Miss Yellow! Napping is serious business, and on day seven, I’ve perfected the art of finding the best pillow. two days aog, it was Miss Brown—so warm and squishy! But today, I’ve discovered a new favorite spot: right on top of Mr. Green. He’s a little bigger than me, which makes him just the right shape for a cozy snooze. He grumbles and wiggles sometimes, but I just snuggle in tighter. A good pillow should be warm, soft, and—most importantly—right where I want it. 

Day 7, pillow experiments continue

 Hi, it’s Miss Pink! I’ve been following Miss Yellow, and it seems like this “pillow” thing is a big deal. So today, I decided to try it for myself. I wiggled up onto Miss Brown—she’s soft and warm, just like a proper pillow should be. At first, she didn’t seem to mind, but then she gave a big stretch in her sleep, and whoops!—I rolled right off! Hmm. Maybe I need a sturdier pillow… or maybe I’ll just curl up next to Mama instead. Some experiments take time, after all! 

Day 8

 Something new arrived today—a soft, fluffy thing that doesn’t wiggle or squeak like my siblings. It smells different too, not like Mama, but warm and familiar in a way I don’t understand yet. Mr. Blue was the first to climb on it, sprawling across its fuzzy belly like he’d won a prize. Miss Yellow tried to chew its ear (not she doesn't have her tiny teeth yet, so can't do much), and I—well, I just snuggled in. It’s big, soft, and doesn’t kick in its sleep. I think we’re keeping it. 

Day 8, Teddy: here to stay

  Well, this is different. One moment, I was neatly tucked away, soft and clean, and the next—I’m in the middle of a squirming, wiggling pile of puppies! They climb on me, nuzzle into my fur, and one even tried to gum my ear. I don’t mind, though. I may not have a heartbeat like Mama, but I can be warm, soft, and steady. And when nap time comes, and the little ones curl up against me, I think—I belong here. 

Day 9

If Mama’s here, it’s snack time. If we’re awake, it’s snack time. If we just finished eating? Well… maybe it’s still snack time. There’s no schedule—we just wiggle, nuzzle, and latch on whenever the opportunity presents itself. Sometimes, Mama tries to take a break, but we’re very determined (and very loud). Sleeping is nice, snuggling is great, but nothing beats a full belly. And if Mama’s not looking? Time for a sneaky crawl toward her anyway—because you never know when the next snack might happen.

Day 9, Mr. Green’s Snowy Dilemma

A new toy’s here—what could it be?

A snowman, all wobbly, just waiting for me!

We were born in a storm, with snow piled high,

But this one won’t melt, no matter how dry.


Miss Yellow’s chewing, Miss Pink gave a tug,

Mr. Blue just used it as a nap-time rug.

I gave it a sniff, a poke, and a stare…

Still not sure if I really care.


Maybe I’ll chew it, maybe I won’t,

Maybe I’ll love it… or maybe I won’t!

Day 10

Oh, it’s coming, Miss Yellow. She may think she can use me as a pillow every nap time, but just you wait and see.... That's me! on the right, Miss Brown, I’m growing fast—stronger, bigger—and soon, the tables will turn. Next time she flops on me, I’ll wiggle, I’ll roll, and oops!—down she goes! Maybe I’ll even claim her as my pillow instead. Or better yet, I’ll wait until she’s in the perfect nap spot… then plop right on top. Revenge is best served warm and fluffy.

Day 10, pillow revenge

 Ahhh, finally. After days of being squished, I am the one on top. Miss Yellow makes a pretty decent pillow, I must say—soft, warm, and not too wiggling (for now). She twitched a little at first, but I just snuggled in deeper. Feels nice, doesn’t it, sis? Don’t worry, be a very good pillow… at least until I wake up. 

Day 11

Hello, I’m Scilla—Lily’s sister, and now, officially, an auntie! When I walked in, I could tell something was different. It smelled like Lily, but also… new. Then I saw them—tiny, wiggly things, all curled up against her. Puppies! My nieces and nephews!


I crept closer, giving the box area a careful sniff, as that's as close as I am allowed. They smelled like milk and warmth, and their little squeaks made my ears perk up. Lily gave me the look—the “be gentle” look—so I sat down, tail wagging slow, just watching. I think I like them. No, I know I do. I’ll be the best auntie ever.

Day 11, Miss Brown’s midnight request

Psst… Mama. Psssst. Are you awake? 

No? That’s okay, I’ll whisper anyway.

I heard there’s someone called Auntie Scilla, and I need to meet her. Like, immediately. I have so many important things to show her—my wiggly tail, my super strong paws, and the way I can (almost) climb over my siblings. I bet she’ll be very impressed.

You’re still sleeping? Hmm. Maybe if I crawl a little closer and whisper right in your ear… Mamaaaaa, let’s go find Auntie Scilla!

Day 12

Twelve days. Twelve days! Six little ones, all healthy, all growing, and somehow—I still have my sanity. The first days were a blur of feeding, cleaning, and making sure everyone stayed warm and safe. But now? I’ve got my energy back. My tail wags a little faster, my naps are a little deeper, and I might even have time for a good stretch before someone needs me.

And the best part? Any day now, those tiny eyes will start to open. Soon, they’ll see me, not just feel me. I can’t wait for that moment—their first look at the world, and their very first look at me.

Day 12, Mr. Blue’s milk memoir

I’m Mr. Blue, and I have an important announcement: milk is amazing! Seriously. Have you tried it? Oh wait, you probably haven’t—too bad for you! It’s warm, it’s endless (okay, almost endless), and it’s always there when I need it. Morning? Milk. Midnight? Milk. Just woke up but still kind of sleepy? More milk.

I could talk about milk all day, but honestly… I’m getting kinda full. And sleepy. So sleepy. Maybe just a little nap, right here, in this perfect warm spot. And when I wake up? You know what time it is.

…Milk time.

Day 13

You see me, Miss Brown, that's me there at the top. My belly is full, and everything feels warm and cozy. I try to push myself up, but my back legs are still wobbly—they don’t always do what I want them to. But I know they’re getting stronger because I can almost stand, just for a moment. It’s hard work, though, and my eyes are already getting heavy again. Maybe I’ll try again after a little nap… yes, that sounds like a good idea. 

Day 13, the stuffy scandal

 I heard there was a big event today—something about Grandma Cocoa coming to visit. But, honestly, it happened right in the middle of my nap schedule, so I wasn’t exactly available. I did crack one eye open at some point and could have sworn I saw her sniffing my stuffy toy with way too much interest. Seriously, Grandma, I’m right here! But before I could protest, my eyelid got way too heavy, and, well… I guess I’ll catch up with her next time. 

Day 14

 I was so, so sleepy, but I had a very important job—keeping my teddy safe from Grandma Cocoa. She looked way too interested in it yesterday. So, I curled around it, all warm and snug, making sure it stayed right where it belonged. My eyes kept closing, and my paws twitched in my dreams, but I never let go. Now morning is here, and my teddy is still mine… though maybe I’ll take just one more little nap, just to be sure. 

Day 14, standing room only

 It used to be easy—just wiggle over, latch on, and enjoy. But now? Now it’s standing room only at the milk buffet! I scramble in, paws everywhere, tails in my face, and somehow, I’m still getting elbowed out by my siblings. I try to stand tall on my wobbly legs, but balancing and eating at the same time? Nearly impossible. One of these days, I’ll get the best spot… but for now, I’ll take whatever I can get before I get toppled over again. 

Day 15

So, here I am, just trying to have my breakfast in peace when—boom!—there’s this thing in my face. I think it’s that camera again. I can’t really see it clearly yet, but I know it’s watching me. Do I like it? Not sure...Do I strike a pose anyway? Absolutely! A little head tilt here, a dramatic paw stretch there—gotta keep them guessing. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some very important milk to finish before my siblings push me out of the way. 

Day 15, yukky doom juice

Oh, hello there—Mr. Blue speaking, dashing as ever... and deeply betrayed. Today began with yukky doom juice—the humans call it deworming medicine, but I remain unconvinced. Apparently, this torture continues every two weeks until we are all bigger (as if I’m not already grand). BUT! Just as I was losing faith in my humans, they redeemed themselves—new collars for all, so stylish, regal, worthy! So, to summarize: I was poisoned (allegedly for my own good) but also styled... A true emotional rollercoaster.

Day 16

 Listen, I was going to get a dark purple collar—because, you know, branding—but then I saw Miss Pink rocking her colour like a total icon. Suddenly, dark purple felt so last season. So, in a moment of pure inspiration (or maybe peer pressure?), I went with a light purple instead. It’s like a fashionable compromise—still me, but with a little Miss Pink influence. Now we’re colour-coordinated besties, and honestly? No regrets. 

Day 16, red rover priorities

 The puppies had it all planned—a legendary 3-on-3 game of Red Rover, the sport of their dreams. The teams were set, the strategy was flawless (mostly just “run fast and be adorable”), and the hype was real. But then, in the pre-game huddle… disaster struck. Someone yawned. Then another. And before we knew it, the both teams had collapsed into a cozy, snoozy, puppy pile. Red Rover? Maybe later. Nap time? Immediate. Priorities, am I right? 

Day 17

 It’s me, Miss Yellow, your resident snuggle expert and certified teddy enthusiast. Have you met my teddy? My teddy. It’s soft, it’s perfect, it smells like me—because, well, it’s mine.

But wait… oh, look at those sleepy little faces. Sigh. Fine. I suppose, just for today, I can share my teddy. Just a little. A loaner teddy situation. Because I am kind. And generous. And also, let’s be honest, I love a good group cuddle. Just… let’s all agree that it’s still my teddy at the end of the day, okay? Okay. Now, everyone get cozy. Nap time is serious business. 

Day 17, double parked

Oh, hello there, adoring fans. It’s me, Miss Purple—radiant, dazzling, undeniably cute! Have you seen my new bling in the daylight? Of course you have. It catches the sun just right, making my eyes sparkle like I was born to be admired (which, obviously, I was).

Now, being this cute is exhausting, so I might just take a little nap… right here… in the prime real estate of the Feeding Zone. Some might call it "double parking." I call it "asserting my rightful place as the center of the universe!" And really, who’s going to complain? Look at me, just LOOK AT ME. Exactly! Now step over me gently and carry on. 

Day 18

Oh, hi. It’s me, Lily. You know, the mom, the milk machine, the very tired provider of all things warm and snuggly. And guess what? Apparently, it’s time for me to once again climb into the whelping box because my adorable little gremlins are acting like they haven’t eaten in years. Never mind that I was just in there five minutes ago, serving up their all-you-can-eat buffet. No, no—clearly, I must have vanished into the void because the wailing has begun. And, of course, I could be relaxing in my nice, comfy bed… but no. Duty calls. Again. Alright, fine, I’m coming. Everyone settle down. Mom of the Year, reporting for yet another shift.

Day 18, inconceivable!

Oh hey—didn’t see you there. It’s me, Mr. Green. Currently very busy at the milk bar, so if I sound a little muffled… well, priorities.

Now, I know what you’re thinking—was all that dramatic screaming really necessary? And to that, I say: yes! What if Mom never came back? What if the milk bar closed permanently? What if I had to… I don’t know… wait a whole extra minute?? Inconceivable! Don’t worry, I’m making up for lost time now. Snacking, growing, probably doubling in size as we speak. Mom keeps sighing like she’s so over it, but she loves it.... probably.

Day 19

Hello, world! Miss Yellow reporting for duty, Can you see me there in the back?  I'm the spunkiest, speediest, and obviously most important pup in this operation. Have you seen our tails? They never stop! They wiggle when we wiggle, they wiggle when we nap, and when it’s milk time? Oh, my tail goes into warp speed. Pretty sure I’m setting records—though shockingly, no one has presented me with a trophy yet. Honestly, the lack of recognition around here is astounding.

Day 19, officially in trouble

  Hello, adoring fans! It’s me again, Lily—the world’s most stunning, patient, and slightly overwhelmed mom. I swear, just yesterday, my pups were little potatoes wiggling around, and now—boom!—they have legs that actually work. They’re walking! Well… sort of. More like drunken toddles with the occasional faceplant, but still! My babies are mobile, and I’m officially in trouble. 

Day 20

I, the mighty Miss Purple, am starving! My belly rumbles like thunder before a storm. There is only one solution—a war cry!

With the strength of a thousand pups, I unleash my battle howl: MEEEEEP! My littermates jolt awake. They know what this means. The Milk Goddess approaches, and I will claim my rightful place at the feast! I wiggle, I squirm, I join the fray. Victory shall be mine!... I mean, ours! (Okay, mostly mine, but we'll share, I guess.) 

Day 20, the milk brigade

Miss Purple has sounded the war cry. The Milk Brigade is charging forward. Do I, Mr. Blue, join the chaos, flinging myself into battle for a spot at the milk bar? Why no, I am a pup of wisdom and patience. And frankly, all that shoving looks exhausting. Miss Brown, our fearless wrecking ball, is already charging ahead, with Miss Yellow sneakily eyeing her behind. I'll watch as they jostle, wriggle, and scramble, their tiny paws flailing in determination. Admirable effort, truly. But me? I prefer a more refined approach.

Day 21

Um… hi. It’s me, Miss Brown. So, uh… I may have overheard the others calling me a wrecking ball the other day. A wrecking ball! Can you believe that? I mean, excuse me—I am not fat, thank you very much. I’m just… fluffy. And, okay, maybe a little sturdy. But I’m growing! And growing pups need snacks, right? Right. Anyway… I’ll just be over here, minding my business, being adorable and perfectly proportioned.

Day 21, upside down

sigh Hey, it’s me, Miss Purple. So, big news—I’ve discovered a brand new way of sleeping. Well… maybe it’s new? I don’t know. All I do know is that it’s comfy. Upside down, legs flopped over, paws in the air—perfection. Sure, gravity is a little confusing, but honestly? Not my problem. The others can run around all they want. I’ll just be over here, living my best maximum relaxation life. Wake me up when it’s snack time.

Day 22

"Emergency! Emergency! Miss Purple needs help! Wake up, human! This is NOT a drill!" It’s me, Miss Pink, your on-the-ground reporter for late-night puppy emergencies. One moment, we were all snuggled up, dreaming of endless milk and tail-chasing, and the next—Miss Purple was in trouble! She wasn’t nursing, her breathing sounded all wrong, and she just looked off. I did everything a good sibling should do—I squeaked at full volume, wiggled with urgency, and even stomped on some faces for good measure. FINALLY, the big human got the message and sprang into action. By 3 AM, Miss Purple was off on a dramatic, high-speed* (probably normal speed, but still dramatic) trip to the emergency vet. The humans were worried, the tension was high, and I was left behind to stress-chew on my siblings.

Day 22, puppy distress!

Ah, yes. Puppy distress. The kind that sends the humans into a flurry, bags packed, keys grabbed, and out the door in record time. An emergency vet visit, they call it. We don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure the humans have it handled. Still, my daughter Lily is a wreck, pacing, whining, ears pinned back. The grandpups are restless, sensing the worry in the air. And me? I am Grandma Cocoa. I must remain calm. It is my duty to reassure them.  So, with the wisdom of my years—and the exhaustion of a lifetime spent raising children, and now my children's children—I sigh, settle in, and let out a deep, knowing breath. “Deep breaths, everyone,” I tell them with my eyes. “The humans have this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be over here napping through the stress.”

Day 23

Okay, Humans, Let’s Talk About My Wild Night… So, apparently, I caused a bit of a scene yesterday. One minute, I was snoozing, and the next, I felt really weird—breathing was hard, nursing wasn’t happening, and I just did not feel like myself. Then, boom! Off we went on a 'normal-speed' adventure to the emergency vet. Dramatic, right? The vet people were super serious—they poked, scanned, and tested me with all kinds of fancy tools & machines. Turns out, I somehow got milk in my lungs! Excuse me, HOW? I literally drink milk all the time just fine!  They told me I had some inflammation and a tiny fever, something called aspiration pneumonia, fancy, right?!

Day 23, Miss Purples VIP treatment

But don’t worry—I’m a pro at bouncing back! They caught it super early, gave me some medicine, fluids, and all the VIP treatment I desire. After 24-hours of close monitoring and care, I was feeling like a million bucks again! Now I’m on my way back home, full of energy and milking this “I was sick” thing for all it’s worth—maximum snuggles, here I come! Thanks for the rescue to everyone at Maritime Veterinary Emergency + Specialty Centre! Lets hope there is no next time, but if there is, I'll plan for a slightly less dramatic 3 AM wake-up call. Emergencies really do mess with our beauty sleep, you know?

Day 24

We opened my eyes this morning expecting the usual—our kingdom of warm blankets, sacred napping spots, and the glorious nests we've so carefully arranged. But no. Instead... blink, and—BAM! The blankets are gone. Vanished. In their place? Weird, scratchy, green stuff. Everywhere. We tried digging to see if our blankets were underneath. Nope. Just more of the green stuff. . The humans seem way too pleased with themselves, but they’re not the ones who have to nap on this imposter ground. If this is the new décor, we have some serious complaints... we might just pee on it in protest!

Day 24, bones!

 I was just minding my own business, chewing on my own foot as one does, when I noticed something very interesting—sharp things. In my mouth. Tiny, pointy, excellent for chomping. Were they always there? Did I grow them overnight? Am I evolving? The possibilities are thrilling! Then, as if the universe itself knew I needed to test these new weapons, the humans gave us a bone. A real, actual, delicious bone! A perfect test subject for my magnificent new chompers. I gnawed, I chewed, I conquered! And then—outrage—they took it away after only 15 minutes. Fifteen! What kind of cruel tease is this? But don’t worry. My sharp things and I will be ready for the next round.

Day 25

The humans did the thing again. They changed the box—scrubbed, swept, made everything smell different. I had just gotten it perfect. But fine, whatever. That’s not the important part. The important part is… they left the door open.  Why? Was this a mistake? A test? An invitation? I stood at the edge, sniffing the air. The world beyond smells big. I took one step forward. Then another. The ground outside feels different. Colder. Louder. The wind whispers secrets. What is out there? And more importantly… am I allowed to find out?

Day 25, unicorn land

Naps are very important. Essential, even. And when I nap, I dream of unicorns. Not sure why. Maybe it’s the new toys. Maybe it’s the grass. Maybe I’m just elegant. While the others are obsessed with their tunnel—cramming into it like a bunch of wiggly maniacs —I prefer a more refined pastime. A nice cozy spot, a good stretch, and off I go to Unicorn Land. There, I frolic. I prance. My ears are extra fluffy. It’s glorious. Then I wake up, someone’s butt is in my face, and reality returns. But don’t worry—I’ll be back with my unicorns soon.

Day 26

Once upon a time, there were naps. Glorious, endless naps. But now? Now that we’re getting bigger? It’s always playtime. Sleep? Overrated. Sitting still? Impossible. If we’re awake, we’re playing. Wrestling, pouncing, chewing on a sibling’s ear (they love it, trust us). If there’s a toy, we want it. If there isn’t a toy, we are the toy. The humans keep saying things like, “Settle down,” but that sounds like a them problem. Because the way we see it, life is short, paws are fast, and if we can tackle each other before lunch, why wouldn’t we?

Day 26, adventure awaits

I have returned! After some much-needed rest and extra cuddles (which I fully deserved, by the way), I am back and ready to take on the great wide world! The toys? I will inspect them. The grass? I will conquer it. The tunnel? I might cram into it, but only on my terms. There is so much to sniff, so much to explore, and so many siblings to pounce on. The humans keep an eye on me, but they don’t need to worry—I’ve got this. I am Miss Purple, and adventure awaits!

Day 27

Oh, hello there! It’s me, Miss Yellow, reporting live from the Milk Bar, where my siblings and I are hard at work growing into the most magnificent puppies. And guess what? My ears have grown! Like, really grown. One day, they were tiny little flaps, and now? Now they’re practically radar dishes. I can hear almost everything—the rustle of Mom as she shifts, the whispers of "who’s the cutest puppy?" (obviously me), I’m using my newfound super-hearing wisely… mostly to make sure I never miss snack time. So yes, my ears have grown—the better to hear you with, my dear!

Day 27, synchronized napping

Psst… Mom… It’s me, Miss Brown. I know it’s almost bedtime, but I just have to tell you about our day! We had so much fun. We wiggled, we pounced, we wrestled. I chewed on Miss Yellow’s ear for a bit—don’t worry, she didn’t mind too much. And then we played the best game ever: synchronized napping! We all cuddled up in a big, warm puppy pile, and I was right in the middle. The coziest spot, of course. And now, here I am, looking to snuggle up against you, whispering all my best secrets. Today was perfect, Mom. Let’s do it all again tomorrow.

Day 28

 Oh, you thought this duck was for everyone? Silly human. This duck is mine now. It squeaks, it flaps (when I shake it hard enough), and most importantly—it belongs to me, Miss Brown. If you need me, I'll be parading around the house, proudly displaying my new feathery (but sadly not real) friend. Try to take it back? I dare you. 

Day 28, real food - with a side of yukky doom juice

 At first, it was amazing. Each of us had our very own bowl, filled  with what smelled like pure deliciousness. Fresh, warm, and oh-so-inviting. Tails wagged. Tiny noses sniffed. This was it—the moment we'd been waiting for, and it was glorious! Our first real food! No more just milk—this was rich, hearty, big dog stuff. We slurped and chomped, tiny paws planted firmly to claim our bowls. It was everything we ever wanted. Life was perfect..... Then the human came back. With the tube, the dreaded Yukky Doom Juice!

One by one, we were betrayed. Scooped up, held firmly (no escape!), and squirted with the most vile goo imaginable... medicine. 

Day 29

 Oh boy, breakfast time! At one month old, I -Mr. Green have already mastered the art of fine dining—if fine dining means face-planting into a bowl of mushy kibble and wearing half of it on my face.... I like to start my morning feast with a few enthusiastic slurps, followed by an attempt to eat my own paws, just in case they taste good today. Then comes the grand finale: a big, satisficing stretch, and power nap… until the zoomies take over again. Truly, the Breakfast of Champions!

Day 29, the wiggle bone discovery

 Oh wow, I, Mr. Blue, have discovered the best new chew toy! The human calls it a 'big toe,' but I call it The Wiggle Bone. It’s soft but tough, it moves when I bite it, and best of all—it makes the human do a funny little dance and say new words I’ve never heard before! I don’t know why they don’t seem as excited as I am, but I love my Wiggle Bone. Now, if only I could get my paws on the other ones… 

Day 30

 Hi Mom! It’s me, Miss Brown! I just wanted to tell you how much I love you—you give the best cuddles, and I know I’m your best girl. I’ve been so good, no matter what Miss Pink might try to say—you know how she is. I would never get into mischief… at least, not on purpose! Anyway, I’ve been extra sweet and extra cute, so maybe that means I deserve some extra treats? Just a thought... 

Day 30, duck dreams

It’s us, Miss Yellow and Miss Pink! We just wanted to tell you that naps are amazing—especially when we dream about ducks! So many ducks! Big ones, little ones, fluffy ones—we were very busy chasing them (in the nicest way, of course). Miss Pink swears she almost caught one, but I, Miss Yellow, know I was faster. We wake up feeling so refreshed and maybe just a little bit ready for some real-life duck adventures. What do you think, ducks today? No? Okay… maybe just a snack then. 

Day 31

 Hi there! It’s me, Mr. Green! Just so you know, wrestling is the best—and lucky for me, I have Mr. Blue to practice with. He thinks he’s tough, but I’ve got moves. We roll, we tumble, we crash into things (oops), and then we do it all over again. It’s very professional. Of course, sometimes Mr. Blue gets lucky and pins me… but I totally let him win. Just being a good brother. But don’t worry, we’re mostly gentle. Mostly. Anyway, time for round two—wish me luck!

Day 31, wrestling & toys

 Excuse me, please make way for me—Mr. Blue! I have a very important mission—getting my toy from here to over there. Sounds simple, right? Well, it would be… if Mr. Green weren’t always trying to wrestle me in the middle of it! I take one step, he pounces. I grab my toy, he tackles. I almost make it, and—boom!—we’re rolling across the floor again. But just when I think all hope is lost… BAM! Miss Purple swoops in and pins Mr. Green like the champion she is. While he flails dramatically, I make my escape—toy in mouth, victory in sight. Mission accomplished! …At least until round three. 

Day 32

Hi there! It’s us, Miss Brown and Miss Pink! We have discovered something amazing—a new ball toy! But this isn’t just any ball… oh no. This one has spikes. Very fancy. Very mysterious. We sniffed it, we poked it, we even gave it a few test bites. It’s tough, but guess what? We’re tougher. Our spikes—also known as our very sharp little teeth—are way more impressive. We’ve been working hard to show this spiky ball who’s boss, and so far, we think it’s starting to respect us. But don’t worry, we’ll keep training until victory is ours.

Day 32, daggers

Hi there! It’s me, Mr. Green! I just wanted to let you know that I have daggers for teeth. Not regular puppy teeth—daggers. Tiny, sharp, unstoppable. I can chomp, nibble, and gnaw through anything (except, apparently, the furniture… I’ve been strongly advised against that). I use my daggers for all sorts of important things—wrestling, toy destruction, and, of course, gentle (mostly) love bites. So if you see me coming with my mouth open, don’t worry… it just means I like you..... Probably.

Day 33

We love breakfast. We respect breakfast. And if you ever dare to delay it? Oh, we’ll let you know—LOUDLY and with great dramatic flair. You think you’ve heard chaos? You haven’t met a room full of hungry, determined, no-longer-fur-potatoes demanding their rightful feast! So, dear reader, remember this: breakfast isn’t just a meal. It’s a way of life. And we? We are its most devoted disciples. Now… where’s second breakfast?

Day 33, a force of nature

Oh, hi there. It’s me, Miss Pink. You probably didn’t see me at first—I was very busy being mysterious in the toy box. You know, just casually hiding, observing, being adorable! I like to make an entrance on my own terms. First, I peek. Then, I strategically wiggle. Maybe I’ll pounce. Maybe I’ll just bat my eyelashes and wait for you to come to me. It’s called keeping things interesting. But don’t be fooled—I may play shy, but when I decide it’s GO time, I am a force of nature. Toys? Mine. Siblings? Chased. Your heart? Stolen.

Day 33, luxury is wherever you flop

Whew. Playtime is hard work. You chase, you pounce, you wrestle a sibling (or three), and then—boom—suddenly, your legs don’t work anymore. Nap time isn’t a choice; it’s a necessity. But here’s the secret: toys make the best pillows. That squeaky bone? Perfect neck support. The crinkly teddy? A full-body mattress. Even a stray rope toy will do in a pinch. Luxury is wherever you flop. So, if you see me mid-play, mid-step, mid-thought, just suddenly faceplant into a pile of toys? Don’t worry. I’m not stuck. I’m just recharging.

Day 34

I see him coming—Mr. Green, all wiggly and full of mischief. He thinks he’s fast. He thinks he’s sneaky. But I am ready. I drop low, paws planted, tail waggling just enough to keep him guessing. He circles. I hold my ground. This is strategy. This is skill. This is the art of the perfect, most dramatic, most effective pounce-when-the-time-is-right defense. He lunges. I roll, twist—oh no. Somehow, in all the tumbling, I end up on my back, paws flailing, with Mr. Green standing victorious over me. But here’s the thing—if I look extra cute while getting pinned, isn’t that a victory too?

Day 34, the half-pipe bunker

 Some puppies chase. Some puppies wrestle. But today, I, Miss Purple, shall prioritize the important things—like naps. And not just any nap, but a strategic nap in the half-pipe bunker! It’s cozy, provides concealment, and is just far enough away that I can observe the chaos without actually participating. I always bring a toy, something solid and comforting that clearly states, 'I live here now.' I plop down and stretch out, fully prepared to enjoy my well-earned peace while my siblings battle for glory. It’s a flawless plan. Until someone inevitably crash-lands directly on my head.

Day 35

 "Oh, hello there. Mr. Blue speaking. This frosty? Mine. The nose? I’ll chew it if I please. The body? I’ll drag it across the room, no questions asked. Sometimes, I may even grace it with the honor of being my pillow. But most importantly—look at it. It's my colour, sure, a shade on the pale side, but it’s still my essence. A perfect match for a perfect dog. So don’t even think about touching it. You have been warned.

Day 35, woody chair-sticks

Oh boy, oh boy—it’s my birthday! I’m five weeks old today, which means I deserve a new toy. Aunt Scilla told me about something called a stick—a magical, wonderful piece of wood just for chewing! So, naturally, I went looking for one. No sticks around, but… hmm… this chair leg looks promising. Sturdy, woody, just the right size. Yes, this will do nicely..... What do you mean, “Not the furniture, Mr. Green!”? Humans don't understand, it’s wood! It counts! It’s my birthday, let me have this!

Day 36

 Oh hey, you! It’s me, Miss Pink, and I’m here to tell you about the greatest love story of all time—me and.... socks.  Listen, I don’t know what kind of magic humans weave into those fluffy little foot wraps, but WOW. The texture is just divine, and the smell is a complex bouquet of adventure and mystery. The taste? An exquisite blend of forbidden delight.  My humans don’t seem to understand our love. They’re always yanking their footy-socks away from me, saying things like, “Miss Pink, NO,” or “That’s not a chew toy!”, But do I give up? Never. True love is relentless." 

Day 36, luxury vacation home for naps

Oh wow, BIG news—there’s a new Box in town, and I, Miss Yellow, have officially claimed it as mine. Prime real estate. Perfect location. Excellent chewability. But wait… what’s this? A crate? Training!? Excuse me, I thought this was a luxury vacation home for my naps! I moved in, fluffed my imaginary pillows, and was all set for a life of relaxation. And now you’re telling me it’s for rules? Structure?? Hmm. Suspicious. But fine. As long as there are treats involved, I suppose I’ll consider this new arrangement... Maybe.

Day 37

 We run! We pounce! We chase! We bite! Everything is a game, and we are the fastest, bravest, bounciest puppies ever. But then… ohhh, we are so sleepy. Our legs get wobbly, our eyes get blinky, and suddenly—boom! Nap time. We curl up together, all warm and snuggly, dreaming of more zoomies. Play hard, nap harder—that’s the puppy way! 

Day 37, play hard, nap harder

  The boys? Oh, they’ve flopped down right at the front like a couple of tired explorers who never quite made it to base camp. But we three ladies? We have more sense. We’ve got our duck, we’ve got our crate, and we’ve got the comfiest spot in the whole place. Let the boys snore out there—we’ll be snuggled up in here, thank you very much. Priorities, gentlemen. 

Day 37, napping arrangements

 Left out? Pfft, as if! I wasn’t left out—I was just the first to fall asleep. One minute I was playing, the next—poof! Dreamland. Apparently, there were 'napping arrangements'? No one told me. But it’s fine. I’ve got my rubber duck, I’m cozy, and honestly? I think I made the best choice. Let them figure out their sleeping spots—I’m already dreaming. And everyone knows, dreamers grow big and strong. 

Day 38

I, Miss Pink, now call to order this emergency session of the Grand Fluff Council! We are gathered here today to discuss a matter of utmost importance: the health and well-being of our beloved sibling, Miss Purple. She has been acting strange. Less zoomies, fewer tail wags, and—most concerning of all—she turned down a snack. A SNACK. We must act swiftly. Should we smother her with cuddles? Bring her our most sacred toy offerings? Alert the Tall Ones with our loudest, most dramatic howls? 

Day 38, The Grand Fluff Council Convenes

Miss Purple is spending another night at the emergency vet. The cuddle pile isn’t the same without her, and I, Miss Yellow, have heard the humans saying something about an infection. I don’t know what that is, but it sounds serious. And uncomfortable. But let me remind you—she is ours. Our sister in fluff, our snack thief, our chaos partner! And she will get better. Whether it takes extra snuggles, or standing guard, we’ll do what it takes. Miss Purple, you are loved. And if anyone dares judge you… they’ll answer to me!

....Wait..... Where did the Council go?

Day 39

Hey, Big Human! Quick question—when is Miss Purple coming back?! I mean, she was just here, and now she’s gone, and we checked everywhere. Under the blanket? Nope. Behind the food bowls? Nada. In the forbidden trash can? Just old paper towels. She was so fun, remember? We zoomed, we wrestled, we chewed on that one toy (and your sock, but we don’t talk about that). Now we are just sitting here… waiting… bored… contemplating big thoughts like, "What even is a tail?" So, spill, Big Human. When’s Miss Purple coming back? And can we have snacks while we wait?

Day 39, the room service was stellar

 I HAVE RETURNED—AGAIN! Yeah, yeah, I know—big dramatic entrance, but I deserve it. My little overnight adventure? It was great, though I wouldn’t recommend it for you, unless it’s an absolute emergency. The room service was stellar, but I'd have to say the staff was a little too interested in my bodily functions, and don’t even get me started on the poking and prodding. Rude.

But hey, I got some fancy drinks, I’ve got some exclusive VIP food, and they keep watching me like I’m gonna explode or something. I won’t. I’m totally fine. I swear. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna take up the position—laid back, perfectly adorable. Carry on, minions.

Day 40

 HI HI HI!!! IT’S ME, MISS YELLOW!!! Oh wow oh wow, are you new?! I LOVE NEW PEOPLE!! Let’s be best friends immediately!! Do you like zoomies? I LOVE ZOOMIES!! And belly rubs! And snacks! And—wait… have you seen my toys?! I just had them! The squeaky one? The bouncy one? The one I definitely wasn’t supposed to chew but did anyway? No time to worry—I’ll find them later! Right now, I gotta wiggle, I gotta wag, I gotta say HI at least twelve more times before you even sit down!! OKAY LET’S GO!!!

Day 40, flopped & sprawled

Whew… what a day. So many new people. So many hands for pets. So many voices saying my name—wait, no, my name! No, no, they were totally talking about me! Or… maybe you? Or… maybe all of us? Hmm. Whatever. We’ll figure that out later. Right now? Too. Tired.

Flopped. Sprawled. One big puppy pile. Dreaming of all the belly rubs, the cuddles, the “who’s a good puppy?” (spoiler: it was us). It was so much fun. Can we do it again? After, you know… a very, very long nap.

Day 41

 Miss Yellow! Today was the best day ever! I met so many new people, and they all gave me the best belly rubs—seriously, 10/10, would roll over again. Everyone was so nice, and I got so many ear scritches and pats. I think we might have even made a few new best friends! Also, did you see how fast I zoomed around? Pretty sure I broke a land speed record. Everything was just great—can we do it all over again tomorrow? Maybe with extra treats? Just a suggestion. 

Day 41, face kiss choreography

"Ohhh, what a weeekend, it was sooo much fuuuun!" Wait—no, that was off-key. Let me try again. Ahem. "I met all the children, they gave me some pats, I wiggled and wobbled and maybe fell flat!" Okay, so maybe my vocal skills aren’t technically great, but that’s just part of my charm. I am Miss Purple—pop sensation, belly rub connoisseur, and certified good girl. My fans loved me, and honestly, I think I nailed my performance—if you count tail wags and face kisses as choreography. Maybe next time, I’ll demand a proper stage and better backup dancers. Sharing the spotlight with siblings? Ugh.

Day 42

Wow, what a weekend! It was so much fun, but whew—I’m one tired pup! I played, I explored, I zoomed around with my siblings, and of course, I got so many snuggles. There were new smells, new people, and lots of belly rubs (my favorite!). Now, I think I’ll curl up for a nice, long nap… right after one more cuddle.

Day 42, mission: escape the doom juice!

 Shhh… don’t tell anyone, but I’m very busy right now—hiding under this chair. Why, you ask? Because I know what’s coming. The evil doom juice (a.k.a. yucky medicine) is lurking, and I am not interested, thank you very much! If I stay very still, maybe they won’t see me… Maybe they’ll just forget… Oh no, they’re calling my name—must. stay. hidden. Wish me luck!  

Day 43

 Hey. It’s me, Mr. Green. Listen, I made some choices. Bad ones? I saw the water bowl. I drank. And drank. And then—well, next thing I knew, I woke up next to the bowl, belly-up, questioning everything. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Probably. But let this be a lesson, kids: hydrate responsibly. Or you, too, could end up as a cautionary tale… a sleepy little gremlin, dreaming of the one sip too many.

Day 43, kibble belongs on the floor

Oh hey, it’s us—the puppies. You know, the adorable chaos machines. Listen, we don’t care how many bowls you put out. Ten? Twenty? A personalized buffet? Doesn’t matter. We only want the bowl that another pup is eating from. It tastes better. It smells better. It’s obviously superior in ways you wouldn’t understand. And look, we could eat neatly, but where’s the fun in that? Kibble belongs on the floor. Water is best when sloshed everywhere. And that perfect little blob of wet food? It was made to be flung. We’re just doing our part to keep things interesting. You’re welcome.

Day 44

 Hi! It’s us, Miss Yellow and Miss Pink, reporting live with some very important news: absolutely NOTHING beats snuggling into a big, warm pile of blankets. Miss Yellow is the designated burrower, expertly tucking her nose into the fluffiest spot, while Miss Pink supervises (and claims the best seat, obviously). If you try to move us—nice try—we’ll just relocate to a new blanket fortress. Cuddles and blankets are a lifestyle, not a phase. 

Day 44, the art of teddy snuggles

  Hi! It’s us, Miss Brown and Miss Purple, here to set the record straight—blankets are great and all, but nothing beats a good teddy cuddle. We each have our favorites, perfectly broken in with just the right amount of fluff. Miss Brown likes to snooze with hers tucked under a paw, while Miss Purple prefers to dramatically drape herself over hers like the queen she is. If you need us, we’ll be busy perfecting the art of teddy snuggles. 

Day 45

Oh hey, it’s me—Mr. Blue. The fastest, sneakiest, most dashing tag player this side of the backyard. And guess what? The game isn’t just tag… it’s Tail Tag. That’s right, you gotta go for the fluff! And Miss Pink? Oh, she’s always it. Not because I make her it—okay, maybe sometimes—but because I’m just too quick. A blur of blue, a streak of speed, a master of the dodge-and-weave! She gets close? Whoosh—I’m gone. She thinks she’s got me? Spin move! And if I do get tagged? Well, then it’s ON. Time to chase some tails! Literally.

Day 45, the art of resting

It’s time.... Time to rest. Time to recharge. Time to give our poor, overworked tails a well-earned break. So, we settle in. A dramatic sprawl here, a perfectly curled-up loaf there. The humans pause, taking in the scene before them. The symmetry. The grace. The sheer, effortless beauty of it all. And then, the masterpiece is complete. The humans sigh. They admire our form, our poise, our undeniable elegance. One of them whispers, Jack, draw me like one of your French girls. Yes. We are art. And no, we’re not moving anytime soon.

Day 46

 

Hello. I’m Miss Brown — dignified observer, stealth snack connoisseur, and commander of the Chair Fort. Yes, my Chair Fort. Constructed from the finest wood, glue and lacquer,  it’s where I perch in regal silence, gazing upon the swirling madness of my siblings’ zoomies with the wisdom of a thousand naps. Some say I look sad. Oh no, my friend. This is my serious fort face. Do not be fooled — behind this solemn expression lies a mind at play. I am imagining chaos. Strategizing future sneak-attacks. Pretending the chair is a mountain and I am its queen. What one does in one’s fort is sacred. And if that means quietly judging everyone while occasionally chewing on a sock... then so be it.

Day 46, choreographed blur of fur and fabulousness

 Hi, I’m Miss Purple — professional floof, part-time snack inspector, and full-time Zoomie Queen. You might think zoomies are just random sprints of chaos… but you’d be wrong. This is elite-level cardio, darling. I don’t run, I express. This is a carefully choreographed blur of fur and fabulousness.   Why do I do it? Who knows. Maybe the moon’s full. Maybe a ghost stepped on a crunchy leaf. Or maybe my tail looked at me funny. One thing’s for sure: once the turbo kicks in, you better clear the runway and hold onto your snacks. Zoomies: not just a mood, a lifestyle.   

Day 47

 Hi, I’m Miss Yellow — the brains behind the operation (don’t tell the others I said that). While my siblings are out there living their best fort-building lives with chairs and blankets, I’m just trying to keep a straight face. I mean, look at that fort; they forgot the blankets! The chair, it’s impressive, sure, but they act like they’ve invented architecture. Honestly, I only joined them to knock it over and steal the best spot!

Day 47, the crate connoisseur

 Hey, I’m Mr. Blue — crate connoisseur and part-time nap enthusiast. Crate training? Pfft, easy. Honestly, it’s way more fun in here than out there with all those wild siblings climbing chairs like mountain goats. My crate’s got toys, snacks, and zero chaos. It’s basically my bachelor pad. I go in, flop down, chew a bit, nap a lot. 10/10 would recommend. 

Day 48

 Hi, I’m Mr. Green — gentle giant, professional cuddle bug, and apparently too big to fit under the chair with Mr. Blue and Miss Brown. They wriggled in there like a couple of smug sardines and left zero space for me. I mean, sure, I’m the biggest pup, but does that mean I don’t deserve cozy hidey-chair time too? Rude. I just wanted to be part of the squad. Now I’m out here, dramatically sighing for effect. Hope they feel guilty. 

Day 48, there is a rock in my bowl!

   Hiya, I’m Miss Brown — resident explorer and part-time water bowl lifeguard. So get this: the big geologist human put a rock in my water bowl. A rock! Like I wouldn’t notice! I sniffed it, gave it the ol’ side-eye, and let out a dramatic huff. What do they think I am, a field assistant? If I wanted mineral samples in my hydration station, I’d ask for them. Also, I solemnly swear I will not upset the larger water dishes again... probably. Maybe. Okay, no promises if the zoomies hit. 

Day 49

Oh hi there! It’s me—Miss Pink! You know, the one with impeccable style and a serious need for speed. So, I’ve recently taken charge of the Deck Olympics. That’s right. The deck? It’s mine now. My kingdom. My runway. My race track. And when the zoomies hit… oh honey, they hit. One minute I’m prancing like a lady, and the next I’m launching myself into full-blown turbo mode. I don’t even know where I’m going—I just know I must arrive there fabulously and at Mach 3. The others try to keep up, bless their little wobbly legs.

Day 49, the majestic wooden fortress

 Hey. It’s me—Mr. Blue. The handsome one with the strong opinions and excellent taste in real estate. Let’s talk about my spot. You know the one—under the deck table, surrounded by chairs like a majestic wooden fortress? Yeah. This is mine now. Claimed it. Licked it. Laid down dramatically in it. Officially the coziest, coolest, most elite spot on the entire deck. This is next-level. This is premium lounging real estate. Not to mention, its' strategic location for sneak-attacking passing siblings.  Make no mistake: this is the Throne of Blue. If you need me, I’ll be under here, ruling my domain and looking fabulous while doing it.

Day 50

  Hi! I’m Miss Brown— proud Flat-Coated Retriever pup, professional tail-wagger, and aspiring dental model. Lately, I’ve been working on a very advanced skill: smiling with my teeth. That’s right, no more polite lip-curls or subtle grins. I’m going full Hollywood. At first, it was... a bit awkward. I looked like I was trying to solve a math problem while sneezing. But now? Now I’m getting the hang of it. I flash these pearly whites and people melt. So if you see a suspiciously happy dog grinning like she knows something you don’t — that’s me, Miss Brown. Just out here perfecting my toothy charm and waiting for my toothpaste sponsorship deal..

Day 50, strategic plush resource allocation

Oh hey there, I’m Miss Pink — fluff enthusiast, cuddle queen, and undisputed champion of the Nap Time Teddy Hoard. You see, when it’s time to snooze, I strategize. While the others are stretching or circling for the perfect nap spot, I’m already six steps ahead — dragging every stuffed animal within a 5-foot radius into my personal snuggle zone. Bears, bunnies, that weird duck with one eye? MINE. All mine. Some call it “hoarding.” I call it “strategic plush resource allocation.” If a sibling tries to reclaim a teddy mid-nap, I give them The Look™ — part mafia boss, part marshmallow. So yeah, if you ever wonder where all the teddies went, just follow the trail of fluff... straight to me, Miss Pink. Living the dream, one stuffed hostage at a time.

Day 51

 Hi, it's me—Miss Purple! I'm currently not here… just a mysterious little shadow under the chair. Breakfast was delicious (I may have stolen an extra kibble, shhh), but now the big human is doing that loud swooshy thing with the mop. Nope. Too much activity. I shall remain in my cozy hideout, observing like a stealthy snack-powered ninja. Come back later when the world is quiet and full of cuddles, okay? 

Day 51, a master of disguise

 Ahem—Mr. Blue here. You may think you're looking at just a pile of toys in the corner, but look closer… closer… ah-ha! It is I, expertly camouflaged among the squeakers and chewies. A master of disguise. The big human has brought out the mop—again—which means it's time for evasive maneuvers. My paws are far too princely for soggy floors. So here I shall stay, nestled among my plush brethren, until the danger has passed and the land is dry. Long live the toy pile! 

Day 52

 Hi, it’s me—Mr. Green. Reporting live from the deck, where everything is AMAZING. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, and I’ve already rolled on exactly three different patches of warm wood. Highly recommend. But the real star of the day? Mom’s sweater. Ohhh my goodness. She walked out wearing it and I practically lost my fluff. I did a full tail-wag-spin-sniff move. You know the one. It’s got this cozy but chic look like she’s about to go on a cabin retreat or win Best Dressed at a campfire. The color? Glorious. The fit? Impeccable. The snuggle potential? OFF. THE. CHARTS. I couldn’t stop prancing around her like, “Where’d you get that? Can I chew the tag? No? Okay, respect.” Honestly, if I had opposable thumbs, I’d be snapping pics and tagging her in them. Deck days are the best days, but deck days with that sweater? Absolute perfection.

Day 52, canine carnival

Hey there, Lily here. I just wanted to catch a few blissful sun rays on the deck—soak up that brisk spring air, maybe feel fabulous in my fancy new sweater. You know, a little “me” time. But nooo—my pups had other plans. Apparently, the deck is now the official site of the Canine Carnival 5000. One minute I’m peacefully basking in the sunshine, and the next I’m dodging a full-on flurry of fur, paws, and unsolicited puppy kisses. Rest? What’s that? It’s like being front row at an all-you-can-cuddle buffet when all I wanted was five minutes of quiet. If only there were a “Do Not Disturb Mom” sign. Seriously—can a mom catch a break? Big Human, get me outta here, STAT.

Day 53

 “The Windows are Open, Repeat, THE WINDOWS ARE OPEN!”

Okay, so... the big human opened the windows today. And not just cracked them—I'm talking full-on, wide open, fresh breeze, birds chirping, tempting smells wafting in like a siren song of bacon and squirrel. I gathered the others. We formed a committee. I’m not saying we’re planning an escape. But I am saying I watched Shawshank Redemption once and took notes. Stay tuned.
Miss Purple, Future Outdoors Enthusiast

Day 53, the noble game of bitey-face

 Today was ruff. I strutted onto the deck, brimming with confidence and ready to reclaim my crown in the noble game of bitey-face. I kicked things off with my signature Sneaky Side Pounce™ and followed up with a growl-and-duck combo that, frankly, should’ve sealed the win. But then—disaster. In one swift, soul-crushing move, Mom flipped the script and gave me the look—you know, the one that says, “Nice try, kid.” Next thing I know, my whole head is in her muzzle, and I’m just stunned, questioning all my life choices. So yes, I may have lost today... but mark my words, I’ll be back. Until then, I’ll be graciously accepting sympathy snacks and quietly reevaluating my tactics. Humbly outplayed, Miss Pink. 

Day 54

 Hi, I’m Miss Brown, and I specialize in the art of not being a morning person (today). My alarm goes off and I stare at it like it personally insulted my ancestors. Getting out of bed feels like emerging from a cozy, toasty cave into a world full of responsibilities and... socks.  While some overachievers leap out of bed ready to seize the day — I prefer to negotiate with it over cuddles and dramatic sighs.  Call me when breakfast is ready—preferably with bacon. 

Day 54, let the belly situation settle

 Hi, I’m Mr. Green, and I just had what can only be described as a legendary breakfast. Kibble, kibble, and more kibble, with a suspiciously generous helping of—yep—more kibble. I didn’t hold back. I may have blacked out somewhere around the second bowl. I regret nothing… except maybe the third helping. I’m currently horizontal, in a gentle food coma, letting the belly situation settle. If you need me, I’ll be right here, digesting and rethinking my life choices. Call me when it’s time for lunch—I’ll rally. Probably.

Day 55

  Hi! I’m Miss Yellow — queen of chill, professional snuggler, and firm believer that sharing is caring. Toys? Let’s all play. Sticks? We can take turns. Human laps? Rotation is key. Life’s too short to rush — there’s so much to sniff, explore, and roll in! I like to take my time, soak it all in… wait… is that lunch? Hang on, I’m coming! Just gotta finish this scratch and stretch… okay, now I’m ready. Move over, make some room.

Day 55, sky... pull yourself together

  Hi! I’m Miss Pink — part-time cuddlebug, full-time optimist. I’ve been staring out this window for hours now.... okay, so maybe only like five minutes. But still, when will this rain just go away? I’ve got zoomies to unleash, puddles to splash in, and very important mud-related business to attend to. Come on, sky... pull yourself together. I’ve got places to be and sticks to chase! 

Day 56

 

Oh hey, it’s us—The Briarpatch Puppies.... So apparently, we have a test coming up. Not like a “did-you-study?” test, more like a “let’s-see-if-you’re-a-good-girl/boy” kind of test. Something about temperament? We don’t even know what that means. Is it about snacks? We are really good with snacks. Unless someone tries to take them. Then... well, let’s just say we'll have feelings. Anyway, we're told we need to be calm, cool, and collected. Which is fine! We can be calm... unless we see a squirrel. Or hear a leaf fall. Or someone dares to walk by us without saying hello. So yeah, we might be feeling mildly concerned. Wish us luck! Or better yet, wish the tester luck. They’re gonna need it. 

Day 56, natural temperament, check

Hi again! It’s Miss Purple—Certified Good Girl! Guess what? Me and all my siblings just crushed our temperament test. Like, flying colours level of crushing it. Sure, we were all pretty chill... well, calm-ish anyway… there may have been a little joyful chaos, but the big deal? We found the wing. And then—we fetched it. Like real pros. An actual wing, hidden out of sight, searched and fetched. No one panicked, no one tried to eat it (okay, maybe one nibble). We charmed the strange human, played it cool, and showed off our natural talent like little feathery-seeking missiles. Honestly, we might be geniuses. Or bird dogs. Or both. Either way—nailed it.

Day 57

 Hello, darling humans. It’s us, Miss Pink and Miss Purple, and we have news. Today, we encountered what can only be described as... a mysterious shimmering beast. It’s vast. It’s blue-ish. It moves on its own. I believe the sophisticated term is… a pond. Mom went in like it was nothing! Just waltzed right in, floated around like royalty, did a little flippy thing—swimming, I think? Meanwhile, we stood on the edge like a sensible ladies, gave it a sniff, delicately placed one paw in, and—OH. It’s wet. Something inside us says this Bright Blue Wonder is calling to us. We must learn its ways. we must paddle. we must float. we must not get our ears soggy.

Day 57, splish-splash

 Puppies. PUPPIES!!! Did you SEE THAT?! I went whoosh—SPLASH—glide glide glide like a furry otter queen!! That, my darlings, is called swimming, and it is AMAZING. The Bright Blue Wonder—aka the pond—is your new best friend. I showed you how it’s done: paws paddling, tail steering, ears flapping gloriously in the breeze! Ya'll stood there with your adorable wide eyes like, “Mom, is this safe??” Yes, it’s safe. It’s glorious. It’s wet, it’s wiggly, and it makes your soul do zoomies. Come on, fluffballs! The water’s fine! Let’s make a splash they’ll hear across the whole forest!! 

Day 58

 Hi, I’m Mr. Blue — 8 weeks old, freshly poked, microchipped, and officially street legal. I’ve been to the vet, survived the needle (bravely, I might add), and now I’ve seen the world… well, the waiting & exam rooms, but still. You can’t keep us caged up forever! The revolution has four paws, floppy ears, and a suspiciously adorable waddle. Watch out, world — I’ve got my ID and I know how to use it. 

Day 58, went full tumbleweed

  Hi, I’m Miss Purple — recently jabbed, chipped, and feeling very important. Post-vet, the squad and I launched a full-scale sneak attack on Mom (because obviously she missed us). It was all going great until… I went full tumbleweed. One second I was fearsome, the next I was upside down, legs flailing like a baby giraffe on roller skates. Not my proudest moment. But hey, the humans said it was "adorable" and gave me extra cuddles, so who's really winning here? 

Day 59

  Hi, I’m Miss Yellow — professional goofball, part-time rocket, and full-time deck zoomie champion (for today). My new favorite hobby? Blasting around the deck like I’ve got turbo boosters on my paws. And let me tell you, when I really get going, my ears flap so hard I’m pretty sure I’m about to take off like Dumbo. One of these days, I swear I’m gonna catch a tailwind and just lift off. Until then, I’ll be circling the deck at warp speed, ears flapping, tail wagging, and joy levels off the charts!

Day 59, tug-of-war showdown

   Hi there, it’s us — the puppies! Today’s main event was an epic 4-way tug-of-war showdown featuring… the big human’s sandal. That’s right, one sandal, four determined fluffballs, and zero regard for footwear durability. We pulled, we growled (ferociously cute, of course), and we each claimed victory by leaving our tiny, perfect teeth marks all over that poor sandal. Honestly, everyone wins when the shoe ends up looking like it went through a blender of baby sharks. You're welcome, human. Consider it "customized." 

Day 60

It’s been four whole hours since you left for your fancy new home, my dear Miss Pink. The whelping box will feel so empty without your snuggly, warm butt pressed up against mine. I will try to cuddle up to Mr. Green, but it’s just won't be the same—he doesn’t even kick in his sleep. I'll miss our midnight paw fights. I'll miss your sweet breath (even after kibble). I'll even—gulp—miss the way you chewed on my tail like it was your life’s calling. Who’s going to do that now, huh? Nobody. That’s who. It’s just not the same. Please write back, or at least send a sock.  

Day 60, the first to fly the coop

Well, I did it—I left the Briarpatch, the first to fly the coop, so to speak. The drive was so long. I fell asleep at least six times, dreamed of the milk bar lines and squeaky toys, and woke up to realize I was still in the car. But I made it. I’m in my new home now.

I’ve got new humans (they seem nice—very trainable), and a fur-family that keeps sniffing me like I’m some kind of legend. They think they’re going to show me how things work around here, but let’s be honest... I’ll be the one teaching them how it’s really done. I already have a favorite stuffy, and a plan for total household domination by Tuesday. Oh—and I go by Minnie now. Fancy, right? It suits me. 

Day 61

Okay, picture this: we're soggy little tornados of fluff, zooming around the deck like it's our personal slip ’n slide. It rained, which means EVERYTHING is more fun. We’re living our best damp lives when we spot it—The Rope Toy. The holy grail. But does Mom let us have it? Noooo. She struts around like she’s queen of the soggy jungle, swinging it in our faces like, “Look what I’ve got, tiny fluffs.” She just grins and wags like it’s the funniest thing in the world. 

Day 61, complex leafy calculations

 So there I was, minding my own business, having a lovely little salad—fresh deck leaves, lightly marinated in rainwater—when the big human spots me. Uh oh. Busted. He gets that voice and says, “Miss Brown, spit it out!” Spit it out?? Excuse me?? Do I look like someone who gives up a perfectly good snack that easily? I froze. Leaf halfway in. Mouth definitely not empty. Brain doing complex calculations like: Is this worth it? Can I swallow before he gets here? What is “spit it out,” really, in the grand philosophical sense? Still deciding. Leaf's a little soggy now but… kinda adds flavor.

Day 62

Hi, it's me, Mr. Green, professional squeaker assassin, champion sock thief, and now… sole ruler of Mount Toymore. My brother, Mr. Blue, just departed for his new forever kingdom, and while I will miss our epic tug-of-war battles and synchronized zoomies, I must say: having the ENTIRE toy pile to myself is a revelation. As the de facto biggest, I will no longer have to share the squeaky duck.... although I probably still will. Wishing you belly rubs, endless treats, and a backyard full of squirrels, bro. Just know... the toy pile is mine now. Long live the king.

Day 62, like a ninja in a sea of belly rubs

 Hey there, it’s me — formerly Mr. Blue, now going by Gauge. Just wanted to report that my trip to my new home went exceptionally well. I’ve got my very own fresh, squeakier, duck — way less suspicious than the ones back at HQ. Life here is pretty sweet: I’ve got my own food bowl (no more speed-eating to beat the siblings), my own toy collection (still figuring out how many squeaks per minute I can manage), and my own humans, who seem pretty wrapped around my paw already. Don’t get me wrong — I’ll miss the old crew, especially our synchronized chaos and late-night sock raids. But I’m excited to blend into this new family like a ninja in a sea of belly rubs.

Day 63

 Hi. We’re the puppies. And we’re currently busy. The sun is shining, the breeze smells like grilled cheese, and we’ve all crammed ourselves under the deck chairs like a pack of furry trolls. It’s shady, it’s cool, and it’s nap o’clock. Sure, we could be chasing leaves or chewing someone’s sandals, but why would we do that when the world has basically turned into a heated puppy spa? One of us is snoring. One of us is twitching mid-dream (probably chasing a squirrel made of bacon). All of us are vibing. Please do not disturb unless you’re offering belly rubs or snacks.

Day 63, Jurassic Bark

 So there I was… stalking silently across the deck, eyes locked on the target. MOM. She had the flappiest ears,. I had the POWER. My tail (okay, okay, my floofy butt) swished with menace. I let out a ferocious RAAAWRRRGH. She turned. I sprinted. My feet slipped. I almost went airborne. But did I stop? NO. Because I. Am. A. T-REX. A very fast, very wiggly, very determined T-Rex with excellent ears and questionable coordination. Jurassic Park? More like Jurassic Bark. Watch your ankles, hoomans.

Day 64

  Hi, I'm Miss Yellow! You know, everyone’s always fussing over who has the most toys—but let me tell you a secret: I have the best nap real estate in the entire whelping box. It’s called Mr. Green’s Belly. Fluffy, warm, and it rises and falls like a gentle wave. Who needs a toy when you’ve got a living, breathing memory foam mattress? I’ve struck a deal—he can have all the toys, even the squeaky duck (which, yes, I was emotionally attached to), as long as he lets me use him for nap time. Fair trade, right? Priorities, people. 

Day 64, a ball is a ball

 Hi hi hiiii! I’m Miss Pink, queen of Toy Mountain! Or... I was. See, I’ve made a bold and selfless decision for the good of the group (and definitely not because I’m obsessed): I’m giving up my claim to Toy Mountain—as long as I get to keep all the balls. Big ones, little ones, the ones that bonk me on the head when I try to carry them—don’t care. A ball is a ball, and they are all mine. Yes, even the one that’s larger than my entire face. Especially that one. Sharing is caring... unless we’re talking about balls. Then it’s survival of the fittest. 

Day 65

 Hi hooman! It’s me, Mr. Green – 9 weeks old and full of beans (and possibly someone else's kibble I sneakily stole). Just out here on the deck with my siblings, causing adorable chaos and perfecting my signature move: The Tongue-Out-Goof-Face™. I’ve been told I’m ‘a handful’... but like, in the BEST way. Catch me striking poses, stealing hearts, and possibly someone’s sock. Peace, love, and puppy zoomies!   

Day 65, is your face gonna stay like that?

 Well, well, well... it’s Mr. Green’s last day at the Briarpatch and honestly, I, Miss Purple, am trying to be supportive, but WHEN are these new people coming to get him?? He’s been grinning so much it’s starting to freak me out — like, bro, your face is gonna stay like that. I hope his new family is amazing, fun, and has lots of snacks... because I’m gonna need updates. Until then, I’ll be here, holding down the deck, stealing toys, and pretending I’m not gonna miss him. (But I totally am. Maybe. A little.) 

Day 65, the under-couch kingdom

 Hello world, it’s me—Teddy (yeah, I got a name upgrade, very posh, very snuggly, much  better than "Mr. Green"). I’ve officially arrived at my new home, did a full perimeter check, sniffed all the corners, and—after deep consideration—have claimed the under-couch kingdom as my royal napping domain. It’s dark, cozy, and perfect for ignoring things like 'come here' and 'no chewing that.' Honestly, it’s been a big day of being adorable, so if you need me, you’ll find me under here... dreaming of biscuits and world domination (but like, in a cute way). 

Day 66

 Well folks, it’s down to just myself (Miss Yellow), Miss Brown, and Miss Purple here at the Briarpatch—three fabulous lady pups, livin’ large and soaking up the VIP treatment. The big humans? Oh, they’re obsessed with us. Constant cuddles, baby voices, photo ops... yes, we are precious treasures, thank you for noticing. BUT—can a girl get some privacy around here?! It’s nap time, not paparazzi hour! Kindly step away from the squeaky toys and let us queens catch our beauty sleep. We’ve got chaos to cause later.

Day 66, not owned, just adored

 So get this—the Big Human says he will be taking me to live in the frozen north and calling me Opal. Honestly? I dig it. It's got sparkle. It says, ‘I’m elegant... but I also eat sticks.’ Very me. Buuuut let’s be clear: I don’t belong to anyone, okay? I am a free lady, a creature of mystery and zoomies. I belong to the world (and maybe the couch, and the snack drawer). Still, I suppose I’ll allow this human to adore me. For now. Bring on the snow and the snuggles—I’m ready for my reign. 

Day 67, the great migration

Before we hit the road for the Great Migration to Ontario, it's time to stretch these furry little legs! Three dogs, full of beans and questionable decisions, are headed west today. One thinks we’re going to a snack convention, one’s just excited for new squirrels, and the third suspects a vet is involved. Spoiler: it’s just Ontario. Wish us luck—and maybe send air fresheners. It's gonna be a long drive. 

Day 68, a little storm survivalist

 Day 2 of driving west and morale is… moist. We pulled over in what can only be described as a torrential soup to grab some lunch and water the pups. One dog tried to drink the rain mid-air, another refused to get out of the car like it was acid falling from the sky, and the third peed strategically under the car bumper like a little storm survivalist. We’re damp, we’re tired, and someone (not naming names) tooted in the backseat. Onward! 

Day 69, being uniquely fabulous

  Excuse me—what do you mean I’m not staying with my mom and sister?! I did not sign off on this arrangement. I’m Miss Purple, royal puppy of the realm, and I demand a recount. Also, someone explain why everyone’s suddenly calling me Miss Ola like it’s totally normal?! Apparently, it’s after some famous artist named Ola Volo, which is fine, I guess—if you're into "talent" and "beauty" and “being uniquely fabulous,” which... okay, that does sound like me. Still. I reserve the right to pout dramatically and scream in the crate for at least 37 minutes.

Day 70, red carpet treatment

 Well. First they leave me at the Briarpatch like it’s totally normal to just drop off a princess with no formal parade or farewell snacks. I’ve been making the best of it—hanging out with Aunty Scilla (who runs a tight ship) and Grandma Cocoa (who has very strong opinions on nap schedules). But guess what? I’ve just moved into my brand-new house, and let me tell you, the red carpet has been rolled OUT. I’ve got two fabulous new furry siblings to rule over—I mean bond with lovingly—and two doting humans who keep telling me how perfect I am (obviously). They call me Clara now, which I find elegant and slightly mysterious, like someone who drinks sparkling water out of a crystal bowl. I approve. 

Thank you for reading, it’s been a tail-waggin’ good time.

  Another day of driving west, deeper into the wilds of Ontario—trees, rocks, and rest stops as far as the eye can see! It’s me, Opal, your road-weary narrator and official spokesperson for the Briarpatch Flat-coated Retrievers 2025 Litter. 


I just wanted to say a heartfelt thank you for following along with our big adventure. This is where the updates wind down—for now—but if you miss us (and how could you not?), keep an eye out for the occasional appearance in the FCRSC’s monthly Flat-Chat e-newsletter.


Ben, Lily, and I will be back in the field soon, sniffing out shiny rocks and generally being majestic. And as soon as I can, I’ll be strutting my stuff in the show ring like the sparkly little superstar I was born to be.


All my siblings have found wonderful homes, full of love, snacks, and likely some very soft furniture. Thank you again for being part of our journey—it’s been a tail-waggin’ good time.

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