It was brought to my attention yesterday that there has not been a full use of puppy Silas around here.
Silas never had a really “puppy” look about him. In his puppy kindergarten full of little bundles of fluff (including a baby Pomeranian!) he just looked like . . . a little dog.
And, in retrospect, a slightly sickly little dog. I do suspect that a lot of his later problems were influenced, if not outright caused, by maternal malnutrition. I didn’t put it together until much later, but he had obviously never seen a piece of kibble before, and at five weeks he should have been eating at least some on his own. In the first of these photos, he was five weeks old and a little under three pounds, going up to about ten or twelve weeks. Apologies for the hit-or-miss quality of these. Good puppy photos are hard to get. They don’t sit still.
If that doesn’t make you feel all warm and gooey inside, just in time for Valentine’s Day, I don’t know what will.