I think that the hardest thing I have ever had to do (besides bury my grandfather, but it is a close second) is finding these puppies good enough homes. I have dreams about them leaving. I turn down everyone who calls inquiring about them. I have grown sooo attached that I feel I am literally losing my mind. They are each so special in their own little way. I do beleive I am going to have my home full to the brim! But I dont mind, cleaning poo and listening to the yapping, doesnt bother me, because I know if they leave, I will miss it. I am already missing it. I have leash trained 2 of them now. They are doing wonderful. Next Friday after they get their shots, we are starting Canine Therapy training, I figure the younger the pup, the easier it will be to train. They are so smart.They have learned their names, the word "outside" and "come here".(and they swim!!!!!!!!!!) I dont know, but like I said, this is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. But I thank GOD every minute that I had the opportunity to get to know these little angels. Nothing makes me happier then coming home in the evening, and watching them play outside and getting all my kisses and nips and all the little wiggle butts! NOTHING!