heffalump

Acting as foster parent to Relonikiv and his siblings had not prepared Bazi for this first, delicate stage of parenthood. Despite looking like four mouldy breakfast rolls and lacking any sense of what was going on, her children taught her something new every time she looked at them - about instinct, about themselves, and the five puppy "P"s that would dominate these next few weeks: poop, piddle, puke, patience, and perseverance.

Amazingly, Whittier did not cry when he was relocated from boob to bathroom. Swift might have growled, but Whit seemed almost.. curious. Bazi watched him heave his little grey-brown body forward, impressed that her two day old baby as already strong enough to move on his own. He gummed her leg ineffectually, tasting fur and dirt. What was he doing? Exploring? Bazi grinned down at her curious little potato, then wedged her nose under his tummy and flipped him onto his back. "Shower time," she whispered into his belly fuzz, and began to groom the milky vomit from around his face.