We're so tie-tie. We lie here in the sun, shedding. (well, ok, only Juno is shedding) We listen to Iain alternate laughing and screaming his head off. Sigh. We need a break.Today, he "initiated play" with Callie. That's a good thing, even though in about 14 years it would be a bad thing. So it's all about context. Just like, when Iain throws me half a blueberry that's ok, but when I get up and lick his high chair after he's out of it, apparently that's bad.
And when The Mom wipes his face with a moist rag, that's good. But when The Bobo licks his face with a moist tongue, that's bad. Really bad. Baddest.
I dunno. Having a puppy is complicated. Me'n Juno need to go to a spa for a weekend.
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But still, he throws you food, Dude! Eat it up! Pretty soon, Mom & Dad will be scolding him for feeding you. Take it from me, this time is precious.
Murphy (Evie's dog)
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