What a difference a week (or two) make

Another sunday afternoon at my mum's to complete the unfinished tasks required of me. What a change from 2 weeks ago!
It was also an excuse to visit to see how pups one and two are doing. Little fawny here is unnamed, but the wee black 'devil dug' (at the rear of this blip) has been named Jamie.

They are now at 6 weeks old and able to run around the front room and even hold their own against the others in the house. Never have I seen them disperse so quickly when a wee dog with a fresh set of knashers decides that their tail is their target for the next 10 minutes. That, or my finger, shoelace or the bottom of my jeans.