More puppy pics. Macca is desperate to get in and wash the puppies, but they need to be a bit more robust. Bonnie did let him lie next to her and have a good look at them. He's been super interested since the day they were born, but Jessie's hair went up on her back and she crept out as quickly as she could, no doubt remembering the liberties taken by the last lot of puppies. Dolly just pretends there's nothing there- what puppies?
Their eyes have opened since these pictures were taken , and the cuteness factor has tripled. This was supposed to be Bonnies last litter, but it's so much fun to watch them develop; the novelty hasn't worn off yet. Two of these puppies have found homes already, which is good.
The moving of the big things, in particular Millhouse, went well, but the removalists were two hours late which didn't help the stress levels. When they were leaving they thanked us for being so organised, apparently the people who they shifted before us weren't, hence the delay. So this week has been spent on clean-up, and the brilliant-at-the-time idea of a garage sale. Once that's out of the way this weekend, we should be free to wander aimlessly around muttering "Where the hell did we put (insert any item)...."

I don't know how Keryn got Millhouse up and stitching all by herself, but she did. I'm full of admiration; I looked at the tangle of cords and leads, the nuts and bolts and heaven knows what and limited myself to fetching tools, holding bits together and generally just doing what I was told. This is the practice quilt being stitched out, and so far so good. Phew, what a relief.