Uncle Toby gets pushy

Toby, the big (90 lb) labradoodle, shares guardianship of the puppies with Eddie, the little white Westie.  Each herds the other one away from the whelping box, like "I'm in charge here!"  

Now Ellie has to put up not only with 11 hungry puppies, but also two swaggering, doting uncles.  I'm sure she wishes they'd just go and pull on a stuffed cigar, but no, they have to rush in the door and beat each other to see how the puppies are doing.  Toby just hates it when one gets under the pig rail.  But the puppies love to lie under it.  Just like they'll like to lie under tables and desks later, I suppose.

Still, Uncle Toby is getting way too close to picking a puppy up.  We bump and drag him away from the whelping box, but he sheepishly comes back to dangle his big head over the babies in wonder.

Ellie's digging a gigantic hole under the kitchen window.  I can understand her frustration!