The Ever Graceful Mr. C

We've decided that Mr. C missed his calling in life. With his gracefulness, he should have been a ballerina puppy. (That was sarcastic of course). After bringing the littles home, Mom worried about them falling off of the bed. Even though none of the dogs sleep in the bed, occasionally we bring  them onto the bed for a few minutes just to snuggle before sending them to their own beds. For about the first month that we had them home, Mom would wake up every night worried that we had forgotten to put them in their kennel and afraid that they had fallen off the bed- especially Mr. M since he was the smallest. She would pat around the bed in the dark trying to feel for the puppies, and Dad would ask what she was doing and then reassure her that they were safely asleep in their kennel.

Miss S and Daddy asleep in the same position. Notice how big she's gotten!

In reality, Mom should have been more worried about Mr. C (currently the biggest of the puppies at 53 pounds). As it turns out, he is not in the least bit graceful, and to make matters worse, he likes to roll over on his back to sleep. Last weekend, Mr. C and the two littles were resting cozily on the bed- Miss B had decided that there were just way too many puppies on the bed and had gone back to her fleece pillow to stretch out by herself. Mr. C was laying precariously close (and parallel) to the edge of the bed. All of a sudden there was a loud BANG! CRASH! and just like that, Mr. C was no longer on the bed. Apparently, he had rolled over onto his back but ran out of bed and rolled off onto the floor. Oh the humanity! He snorted and walked over to nurse his bruised ego on his fleece pillow next to Miss B's. Miss S was extremely concerned about all of this and ran over to Mom for safety. She had a hard time falling back to sleep after that. Mr. M just looked up and then rolled back onto his back next to Mom's legs.
The worst part is that this is not the first time he's rolled off the bed. He fell off once before when the littles had been with us for about two weeks! So graceful and dignified!
In other news, we got a box. As it turns out, the box was more interesting to the puppies than the dog food that came in it.

Mr. C and the littles checking out the box while Miss B supervises from a distance. "Oh, brother! What are these three going to do now? It's all fun and games until someone gets put in time out."

Mr. C: "It's a bus." Miss S: "No. It's a submarine, and I'm driving."

Apparently, three really is a crowd.