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I'm up to my eyeballs in cute!

The puppies are eleven days old, starting to open their eyes, and getting all rolly-polly and pup-like, although they still wriggle around a bit like giant garden slugs with fur.

I'm happy about this for the moment, as I know what havoc will arise when they're fully mobile and jumping all over the place with big clumsy puppy feet, using their razor sharp puppy teeth to chew on everything they come across, and pooping everywhere in puppy piles. (Doesn't "The Piles of the Seven Puppies" sound like an adventure flick?)

Cj has lost some of her fascination, but still includes the word "puppy" in most of her long and convoluted jabber sessions that go something like:

Ja bee bee gung, puppy, garuda nama mommy puppy ... oooooh, bak pata!