C's family's golden retriever, Molly, recently gave birth to a litter of the most beautiful pups. Unfortunately, of the six that she birthed, only three survived (one was stillborn, and the other two she stepped on on separate occasions). Indeed, she's not the best of mothers -- when she birthed her very first pup several years ago, she took one look at it and ran away -- but she has her charms, including an amazing ability to entertain herself for hours, swimming in the sea.
We soon found a favourite in the three pups that survived. Not surprisingly, it is the runt of the litter, whom I've named SlowMo for now. As her name suggests, little SlowMo moves at a much slower pace than her two siblings; she's always the last to reach her mother's milk-logged nipples and she sleeps far more than either of them. She has an extremely sweet and quiet demeanour and, given that her mum tends to be rather indifferent to her and her brothers, has taken a shine to C's other retriever, the grande dame of the house, Becky (shown in the picture below with Oxford when he was a wee pup) . On the rare occasions when SlowMo manages to rouse herself from slumber (that's her sleeping in the pic above), she crawls quietly to Becky and makes a game of catching Becky's constantly wagging tail.
As always, Weekend Dog Blogging is hosted by the lovely Sweetnicks, and this week's pictures were taken by the very talented C.
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