The Leader of the Pack

This little guy has opened his eyes, is almost walking, and even got out of the pen last night. Although his brother is bigger and was the first born, this pup seems to be more agile, aware, and ready to take on the world. How do you say prodigy in Icelandic?

Small World

What a coincidence... my Friends and fellow Icelandic Sheepdog owners, Russ and Linda, sent me this photo of a fountain in Pennsylvania located only about 10 miles from their home. It was created as a representation of the poem "Wynken, Blynken and Nod". 

Puppy Piles

These are the good kind of puppy piles...

Mug Shots

Nod's on the top, little Blynken is next, and brother Wynken at the bottom.

Good Night...Sleep Tight

Love Spiral

Names

I have trouble with dog names, so until I find the perfect Icelandic names for these puppies they will be Wynken, Blynken and Nod. 

Wynken is the tan colored male, Blynken is the little female with the white ruff that goes all around her neck, and obviously Nod is the black male with white socks - first born, and with double dew claws (an Icelandic sheepdog trait) on 3 of his 4 feet. 

They're all healthy and gaining weight, and each day they get a little plumper and rounder.

PUPPIES TODAY!

WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod, one night sailed off in a wooden shoe,
Sailed off on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going and what do you wish?" the old moon asked the three.
"We've come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we," said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.
And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
Now the little stars are the herring fish that live in that beautiful sea;
"Cast your nets wherever you wish never afraid are we!"
So cried the stars to the fishermen three - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

So all night long their nets they threw to the stars in the twinkling foam.
'Til down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fisherman home.
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.
Some folks say 'twas a dream they dreamed of sailing that misty sea.
But I shall name you the fisherman three - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Now Wynken, Blynken are two little eyes and Nod is a little head.
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.
So close your eyes while mother sings of the wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see those beautiful things as you sail on the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three - Wynken, Blynken and Nod