P.S. In spite of this picture, when Dagny and Hank went to vet to get shots on Monday, they were pronounced a "healthy weight" (and Hank did not pee on the scale - yeah!). I guess it's easy to diet when someone else has complete control over your eating.
"Little Boots . . . Why did you buy Hank little boots?" - Patrick 
Week 10:
Week 12 Ultrasound
Baby R did not appreciate this activity either, going into what Patrick dubbed "spider monkey pose" and then squirming away.
Week 15:
She's busy moving amniotic fluid through her nose and upper respiratory tract, which helps the primitive air sacs in her lungs begin to develop. Her legs are growing longer than her arms now, and she can move all of her joints and limbs. Although her eyelids are still fused shut, she can sense light. If you shine a flashlight at your tummy, for instance, she's likely to move away from the beam. There's not much for your baby to taste at this point, but she is forming taste buds. Finally, if you have an ultrasound this week, you may be able to find out whether your baby's a boy or a girl! (Don't be too disappointed if it remains a mystery, though. Nailing down your baby's sex depends on the clarity of the picture and on your baby's position. He or she may be modestly curled up or turned in such a way as to "hide the goods.") 
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All three with their rescuer
Willingham (aka Wilbur) goofing around
Bubba and Willingham (aka Wilbur)
Fluff Ball
Dinner Time!
Below is the MAIN reason (among a few others!) that keeping the kittens was NOT an option. Hank and Dagny did this (staring, not moving, just staring) for a week straight. They didn't sleep, they just stared.
One of the three was adopted by a friend. The other two we took to a shelter. It is good we held on to them for a while, however, because the shelter said that they were only just big and healthy enough to be adopted. We called for an update, and they were both adopted within a week!
When we went to the vet last spring, he said the dogs were a little overweight. Well, they've gained even more since then! In August, Hank was almost 60 pounds, so they are now on a little diet!
We stayed down at the lodge, where the pups could "jump in" right outside the door
We also took the Rhamey Christmas Card Picture
We went to his 2 favorite places for lunch and dinner - Zinburger and El Charro!
Since I forgot to take my camera, I missed getting a picture of P in his blue hard hat (everyone over 5'10 had to wear one - plus this kid, apparently), but P looked oddly reminiscent of the kid in this picture . . . it's kinda freakin' me out the more I look at it, actually.
Overall, the Titan Missile Museum was a success.
BUT, the MONSOON is coming . . .
This is what the sky has looked like in the afternoons for a few days - the first CLOUDS in a LONG time. Yesterday, there were a few sprinkles you could feel but not see (so nothing substantial). There was also a little bit of thunder, and I think the pups forgot what it was because they started freaking out. Dagny just discretely hid under the bed, but Hank became SPASTIC and tried to jump up on the bed (to get to his Mama, of course). It took three attempts because he kept misjudging . . . something . . . and sliding off the side. He's a little awkward- in case I haven't already said it. 
