You can have your puppy breath; I love the sounds they make. There is a striving uh-uh-uh-uh as they nurse or work to make baby legs all go in the same direction. If they have slid off or under the quilts, the tiny toenails scritch-scritch-scritch on the bottom of the blue wading pool in which they live, complete with the food source that is Miss Nell. There are even diminutive woofs as they chase something in their dreams, these baby puppies, just two weeks old, who have never seen a squirrel. And there are shrieks of distress if you pick them up, subsiding quickly into a thoughtful version of the uh-uh-uh-uh.
But my very favorite is the dove-like sigh, which most often is followed by a peaceful puppy snore, as the puppy falls asleep halfway across the wading pool, limbs draped over sibling limbs.