Irradiated by Stingray
So, it’s still Monday in Australia, right? This still counts? I ran outta gas. I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from outta town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! It wasn’t my fault!!
So, quick bit of administrivia first, my donation link seems to have a tendancy to go fubar. If you wind up at a generic KTKC page instead of what should be my personal donation page, please just search for first name Sting last name Ray and you should be set. And as a quick aside, thank you immensely for your donation, Patrick.
Next up, as suggested, if you don’t have any good ideas, steal someone else’s. JeffB is putting up a case of home brew beer as an enticement. Sounds like a good plan! Blogorado attendees will likely vouch my creations are at least better than PBR, so this may be worth a couple bucks to someone. Jeff is doing entry tickets at $10 per, so I’ll just keep on “borrowing” his plan. Every ten bucks you kick in, shoot an email to nerdsatomic at gmail dot com, and you get a shot at a case of homebrew. Most of what has been most popular from the nerd brewery has been in the darker range, but winner’s choice. Tell me what you like and I’ll try to build to your spec.
Now, on to the fuzzballs. Four weeks ago tomorrow, Kang went under for a planned c-section, and out popped 7 little bundles of fuzz. Six girls, Major, Minor, Poppet, Widget, Rarity, and Ninja, and one boy, Bosley. Ninja had a cleft palate and went about like Farmgirl’s cleft puppy. It was heartbreaking, but nature is a bitch. We lost Rarity a bit later for absolutely no apparent reason. The remaining five are, in the vet’s words, fat and sassy, although the pocket-pup from the previous post has a heart murmur that doesn’t seem to be clearing.
As with the litter Tank came from, they don’t care for heat much at all. Those thick coats of fuzz necessitate ice packs more or less constantly in the box for them to be happy. Or a high speed wind tunnel, whatever works.
Click to embiggenate the cuteness. The shutter froze the blades, but that fan is pumping some fairly non-trivial air over the little buggers.
They’ve been introduced to solid food…
…which could’ve gone better, but they were all game and eager to start figuring it out. They’ve definitely all got their personality files loading and processing. The whelping box they call home has a company logo of a newborn pup, eyes closed and smiling, printed on the back, which we may have to cover. The pups keep nosing it and will occasionally howl and cry at it when remains just a picture.
Kang is doing much better this litter. She’s getting a little tired of them at this point since their teeth are coming in, but she’s mother of the year compared to how she was with Tank. Kodos, as always, loves tiny things. He’ll come in and nose them or occasionally lick them and smile and wag like a big sappy lunk every chance he thinks he can get away with it. Tank is dealing well, and their presence seems to have triggered a fairly respectable streak of “I’m going to behave like a responsible adult” behavior out of him instead of his usual frat boy routine. Unfortunately for him, nobody trusts him any further than they can throw him just because he’s been in frat boy mode long enough that clumsiness is a concern, so everybody, including Kodos and Kang, watch him like a hawk every time he wanders within ten feet of the box.
Like what you see? Want beer? Want more puppy pictures? Kick a few bucks in to fight cancer and we’ll keep the ball rolling. As soon as we cross the $500 mark, I’ll even drag LabRat back to her keys and lock her there until she posts something, and repeat it every $500 after!