I finally broke down and put my smaller baby ducks in with my bigger baby ducks. Life is good, all but one of the bigger ones are just loving them. Of course now they are getting so big I bought a kiddie pool and moved them to the living room. I had to go to work, and that's where my apprehension came in. I actually left work early because I couldn't stand the idea of the dogs barging through the french doors and potentially having duck for lunch. As I parked my car and made my way to the door I could see not one but both dogs waiting for me in the foyer,..yup off the living room, which means they barged through the door. I actually took a deep breathe before I opened the door. I greeted them and made my way through, no blood or guts at first sight, no strewn darling down lumps, so I started the count 1, 2,3,4,5,6 big baby ducks 1,2,3,4,5 little baby ducks,..all fine. I can't believe it the dogs didn't bother them. The next day the the ducks realized they could pop out of the pool and wander about, the dogs,..looked on with disinterest. I am so darn excited. Good Dogs, Good dogs!