
06/04/2025
Week 2 with 11 Malinois puppies: aka the calm before the very cute storm.
Things are starting to get real. Their eyes are opening, they’re scattering around the whelping box like mice fleeing a hay bale, and the early stages of gum shark combat have begun. The drama. The squeaks. The flailing.
Their nails? Growing at the speed of light. I’m cutting them more often than I water my plants (which says a lot). Puppy breath is at full blast, and they still have that sweet “new puppy” scent—equal parts adorable and suspiciously fleeting.
Cora is still kindly signing off on her toileting duties… but we all know it’s only a matter of time before she hands in her resignation and I’m knee-deep in the consequences of 11 tiny digestive systems discovering solids.
For now though, they’re plump, shiny, and weighing in well over 1kg each. We’re surviving. Thriving, even. Send snacks. And nail clippers.