|son Daniel, 46|
|Daniel and Wife Michelle, she is 5'2" he is 6'5" go figure|
Doesn't this dog look innocent?
At bedtime, Bob yells last call for outside... both dogs scramble for the back door, pushing and shoving to see who gets our first, do their job and right back in, race down the hall side by side, and each climbs into their personal sleeping chair bought because I felt guilty no allowing them on the bed. Sometimes they allow me to read in one of the chairs...
I am in bed first, and Tuesday night, I said to Bob, where is Baby? did you leave her out?
She is not in her
Bob found her crouching down behind the sofa eating the empty raisin box Daddy left on the end table.
SHE KNEW to hide...anything paper that is left where she can get it WILL be devoured. Some of you may remember she ate my drivers license a few months ago...