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Anton, the gentle giant and something of a stepfather to the C‑litter, had made himself comfortable on his chaise longue in the winter garden. The fearless little Cuno had climbed up to Anton and was looking for his closeness. But at first it looked as if Anton didn’t really know how to handle the puppy. He looked up uncertainly at his master and mistress. But he let Cuno have his way, lay down so that Cuno could even rest his head on him: read more or write a comment …

Casimir-Anton had discovered the ball. I thought he looked almost like a handball player, the way his big front paw rested on the ball and he looked at me as if he was sizing me up.

But then he lay down behind the ball and gnawed on it a bit. But the ball kept rolling away and Casimir crawled behind it with difficulty. Sometimes it even seemed as if he was nudging the ball away. In the end, he looked like a little 4‑week-old Broholm puppy again.

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With the beginning of the fourth week, the fights between the Broholm puppies also became more obvious. With their sharp little teeth, they were actually always biting one of the siblings. Like here Carl-Gustav (brown) and Carlson-Bosse (blue) wrestling with each other. At the beginning Carlson is lying down and Carl keeps biting gently. Growling can be heard, also a new quality in the life of the young dogs. But Carlson manages to fight his way up and he looks visibly annoyed that Carl won’t leave him alone. read more or write a comment …

Just the elegant parade officer, now the rowdy. Casimir-Anton was obviously already awake and off the mattress, but found nothing interesting. But luckily Carl-Gustav was lying so nice and close to the edge of the mattress. »Let’s see if I can get him awake« thought Casimir and gently bit his brother’s muzzle. Carl was awake, but he obviously didn’t want to romp: read more or write a comment …

In the third week I could observe the first »fast« steps of the puppies. If there was anything that caught their attention, they quickly warmed up on their short legs and came down from the mattress on which they mostly slept. With the young pups, this looked quite awkward, front legs were stretched out and lifted forward, almost like parade officers in the march.

Casimir-Anton then suddenly discovered something else and changed his running direction: read more or write a comment …