Brandir and Bibelot ' s puppies.
I regularly drive to Oud Gastel to admire the puppies. Unfortunately the small male died a few days later, his longetjes were not sufficiently developed. Really sin, it was such a nice little guy! Fortunately, the three survivors are doing very well, they grow like cabbage and have now opened the eyes and ' steps ' through the throwing box. It is always a pleasure to behold, I can linger for hours over the coffin! Every time I come from there, I become wildly kwispelend, extended sniffed at by Brandir. I know, he's possessed of puppies and can't wait until he's allowed to see them. But yes, just as I have to wait until they are old enough.