Week 5 – Diary of The Crew of Seven

The world just keeps getting bigger—and so do we.

We run faster, play harder, and eat with slightly less chaos (though Mum still calls it “a contact sport”). Our legs actually listen to us now—mostly. We’ve mastered “follow the legs,” which really means “overtake the legs” and turn the path into a moving obstacle course. Mum says it’s like walking through a live minefield. We call it team participation.

We discovered the vast plains of grass! Soft, green, and apparently edible. We’ve decided eating it is part of being outdoorsy. We’re also really getting into toys—especially stealing them from each other. The rule is simple: win it, run away, and don’t look back.

We noticed flying animals up in the sky—humans call them “birds.” We call them mysterious sky snacks. Still working out how to reach them.

We also met Diva. She’s six months old and, according to Mum, a “big puppy.” We met her through the crate. She was thrilled to see us but frustrated she couldn’t join in. She barked and wagged; we tried to play back—completely unfazed by the noise. Confident? Absolutely. Boundaries? Not our strong point.

And then, the biggest event of all: visitors! Mum said they might be our “forever homes.” We did our best to impress—wagged, tumbled, cuddled, and offered fresh pee puddles to step in. Generosity is important.

The world keeps getting bigger, louder, and full of surprises—and we’re loving every bit of it. We’re five weeks old, and every day feels like a new adventure waiting to be chewed on.