Olaf and Ragnar would rather play than anything else. No time for noms and cuddles are for losers. I would say that they are out of the woods. Paws crossed they stay that way. Every ounce they gain matters. Every ounce guards them against succumbing to latent illnesses or genetic weakness. Olaf is going to be a bruiser. He is muscled up like a race horse and sounds like one running around the room. Ragnar is more timid and built like a little bird, all eyes and belly with scrawny little chicken legs. My heart is full to bursting watching them play. I couldnt be happier about taking a back seat to play time.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Sep 2014 22:22:23 +0000
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