Puppy progress

The pups will be four weeks old tomorrow. They are cuter than the human mind can fully comprehend; they are also growing teeth. So this evening they had their first supplemental meal, a yummy (to their palate) gruel of oatmeal, dry milk, and dry dog food all blended up into a runny mess. They figured out this new game almost immediately. The first few stepped in it, looked down to investigate, licked some of the goo off their feet, and obviously thought "WOW!" In a flash there were ten pups gathered around two pie pans slurping and munching away. The only trouble was keeping mamma from eating their food; I gave her a portion of her own mixed with her dry kibble, which seemed to satisfy her and convince her to leave the babes alone to eat their own supper.