It should also be noted that Mr. Will O'Bryan, also of Washington, D.C., did not vote, not even vote for his own "puppy," Nisse the Miniature Pinscher.

Meanwhile, onto the photos. An extremely warm extension of gratitude to Breeder/ Owner/ Handler/ Webmistress/ Photographeress/ Assistant Editrix Chris Rasmussen for her diligent photography during my absence over the weekend and for her wrasslin' with the matter of sorting, naming, organizing and transferring DAILY PUPPY FIX photo files. The people love ya, Chris R., and not just for your incredible genius in producing this batch of puppies (all due appreciation to the Pharrs of Atlanta for their incredible genius in producing the daddy, Noah, and making him available at stud, as they say).

Here's what we have today:

* beebee-dont-disturb. In this photo it does look a bit at first glance like Mr. Beebee is taking a puppy potty break, especially given the file name, but he is not. He's just lounging and hoping for a bit of privacy. Isn't he adorable?

* naughty-roo. Ms. Roo, also known as Editrix's Choice, is caught here in the act of puppy shenanigans, a little puppy tomfoolery if you will, a little puppy hijinks. That is her mommy's leash in her mouth. Pity to the poor fool who gets stuck with this rabblerousing puppy, who clearly will demand walks several times a day. I cannot be sure, because I was not there, but it looks an awful lot like Beegee is crouching in attack pose; is that not an ear dangling off a head in the foreground? What a spunky little girl.

* fawn-stand. This photo shows Ms. Fawn practicing for the show ring. Also it shows her love of literature, especially cookbooks.

* beegee-roo-playfight. Look at the sisters mix it up in our living room! Notice the floor looking like it needs a good sweeping. This is called dog hair and if you don't have a bullmastiff but plan to acquire one (you know who you are), you need to acquaint yourself with the concept. Please understand that it's not visible to the naked eye but the camera has a way of capturing those little tan-colored hairs against the hard wood as if they were flashing neon. Also notice the stuff on the table and floor around the puppies. This is called "clutter" and is no fault of any dog's, but probably can be 97 percent attributed to Kristina Campbell. Next, notice the many leashes hanging on our wall. We do not have this many dogs, just this many leashes. And finally, notice the puppies playing. That's what you're here for, isn't it?

* getting-dry. People, can you believe I actually missed the first formal bathing session for these ridiculously cute puppies? It's true. On Sunday, when I was wandering the hills of Iowa, Breeder/ Owner/ Handler/ Groomer Chris Rasmussen was soaking the little puppers in the tub for their first full-on bath that consisted of more than baby wipes (scented, please), more than a wet cloth (with soap, please). This was actual sprayed water in the actual tub and actual puppy "no more tears" shampoo, and these puppies, I'm told, hated it. Here they are shown in their sparkling clean whelping box afterward, a little put out by the whole experience. There are many more adorable photos of this grand event and I will have to see if I can convince Webmistress Chris R. to put more of them online. How's that for a segue to ...

Take a gander, if you will at "beegee-hang-back." This is Miss Beegee, enjoying yesterday's PUPPY DU JOUR crown as she sits back while her siblings have an absolute freak-out over a human head leaning into their whelping box. Your authoress and editrix, Kristina Campbell, was engaging in some puppy therapy (remember: stick head in box, enjoy puppy breath kisses and hair bites as all woes melt away) when this picture was snapped. That is my nose you see. That is Mr. Beebee's face you see all scrunched up and eager. That is Fawn and the corner of Roo's head squishing in to get their chance at a little love. And there's Miss Beegee, hanging back like the coolest cat in town. Except that she is a dog.

Speaking of Beegee, see "fawn-beegee-hug" and hear yourself say "awww" when you get a glance at the sisters pretending to love each other. Eventually you will notice that Fawn has her jaws on Beegee's ears, but until then, enjoy the illusion of a pure and peaceful sibling bond.

Miss Beegee's brother in brindledom, Beebee, graces us today with "beebee-henryesque," posing in a fashion that could only have been picked up by watching his Uncle Henry. The ears pulled back, the head turned to the side, this is clearly modeled after Henry's "you'd better come over here and pet me or I will walk over there and step on your foot" look. Young Master Beebee will be a force to be reckoned with in the foot-stepping-on department someday, mark my words.

And speaking of feet, click on "roo-giant-feet" to see how insanely big these puppies' feet got while I was away over the weekend. I swear they were walking in Miracle Grow or something, because their feet are now almost as big as my hands (which are, I'll grant you, exceptionally small). Please use this photo to gauge the size of Li'l Roo's feet in relation to her head. I will concede a bit of camera angle trickery, but only a very small bit. They are giant feets, that's all there is to it.

Now, at long last, have a laugh with "fawn-great-dane." Yes, we have reached the puppy humiliation section of today's DAILY PUPPY FIX. Breeder/ Owner/ Handler/ Webmistress/ Humiliator Chris Rasmussen ordered me to take this photo when she held Fawn's ears up. I suppose she will want you to believe that this was Fawn trying on another Halloween costume, having figured out her ears are now too big for the bunny costume. But still, good people, you draw your own conclusions

If that doesn't sell you, click on "roo-emmy-play" to see how things went when Roo and her mother were left out together. After we got past the whole issue of "can we nurse please please PLEASE" (answer: no! no! no!!), Emmy decided that she wanted Roo to be her new playmate, romping around at her and ultimately sort of scaring little Roo. But Emmy always exercised the utmost delicacy in her interactions, including when she lifted her mighty paw and placed in right down on Roo, flattening the pup in seconds but not inflicting any pain at all. Roo got right up, shook off, and decided to take the other route around the coffee table.

So, yes, there are other puppies in this litter too, and I might suggest that you take a look at them at this moment. For instance, there is "beebee-henry," wherein Young Master Brindle Boy ("Beebee") is consorting with his Uncle Henry. (Henry is not a blood uncle, although if you give me a few minutes, a slide rule, calculator and protractor, and the pedigrees on Emmy, Noah and Henry, I will find a point of blood relation!) Henry was delighted to play with the puppies for a few minutes, reportedly (I was not yet home from work, as I toil into the evening to make up for the time I spend sending you the DAILY PUPPY FIX, see), and looks forward to seeing them grow and playing with them even more. It would be fitting to remind Henry, before he gets carried away with his romantic notions, that last year when the puppies got a little bigger than this, he used to actually BARK at them from inside his crate when they approached. Henry never barks unless he is dreaming, and then they are these cute muffled barky noises. He has the best disposition of any dog I know and is the quietest dog I know if you don't count snorts or grunts or groans or the occasional noise that erupts from his rear end. So for him to actually open his mouth and bark at another living being, well, it was serious stuff. He draws the line at pesky puppies pestering him while he's crated. All that said, he is having a delightful time with this litter so far.

Back to the puppies. Have you ever seen anything as adorable as "fawn-killercute"? I mean, really. This is the stuff of computer wallpaper, ladies and gents. This is vintage cute. This is Hallmark cute. This is what you should see when you look up "cute" in the dictionary. This is where cute stops and we enter a totally different zone, for which mere mortals have no words.

And, finally, I direct you to our little marching band belle, Miss Beegee in "beegee-prance." (I remind you of the neon effect of the bullmastiff hair on the wood floor, people. Give the maid a break!)

Let's start with "roo-beegee-hug." You wouldn't expect me to let a day pass without a Roo photo, would you? Here Roo is squishing up to her bebrindled sister with so much love that there is no room for Beegee's ear to hang at its natural place alongside her precious little head.

And on the love theme, have a look at "beegee-cuddled," wherein Breeder/ Owner/ Handler/ Webmistress/ Cuddler Chris Rasmussen is giving Beegee all the snuggly hugs a little doglet could ask for. Yessir, these are some severely neglected puppies, I tell you.

Speaking of neglect, the puppies almost never get to eat, either. They are starved and deprived. This is why it's so confusing to us that in "beegee-giant-tummy" it looks like Little Miss swallowed something big and round. (Is that where my beach ball went?)

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Back to the Spotlight On, people. Can you believe your luck in getting to see a picture so adorable as "brindles-begging"? (Side Note: Loyal reader Lyn Stoesen really thinks Beebee's permanent name should be "Buckley," in case anyone out there is going to end up providing a home for this boy and just has no idea what to name him! You know who you are and you should e-mail Lyn if you want to discuss this important matter with her.) Here little Beebee and his sister in brindledom are peering up at the camera in hopes that the photographeress will rescue them from the evil holds of that whelping box and please, just this once, for a change, please miss, won't you kindly, pay attention to them.

Fat chance!