Punches at about 1 week when his peach fuzz was just starting to come in:
Now that I've satisfied my breederly responsibility, let's get back to the fun stuff! The little gray puffball behind Punches in that first 4-week picture is his foster brother. The two have become such great buddies that I can't bear to separate them, so I've asked Greta if I can have the little Siamese boy as well. My fiance has named the foster brother "Kicks." I might have mentioned that he gave Punches his name because the little squeaker is such a fighter. Well, evidently Kicks is so named because he's coming along "just for kicks." How could I turn down names like that?
Our new boys will be coming home to Houston this weekend. I can't wait to see them. When I dropped off Punches and met his new family, both boys were bright pink and hairless, squeaking their little lungs out and wanting their dinner. And now, judging from the pictures, they look like the fluffiest little cotton balls in the cotton ball patch. I'm so excited!
So, one more HUGE thank-you to Greta at Cedar Moon! Because of you, Punches is alive and well!