Oh, look who decided to wander out of his basement lair and grace us with his presence?
If only everyone could love their job as much as she does.
If this had been photographed in the Eighties that would be a Cabbage Patch Kid perched on his nose.
I’d tell her to stop, but that’s what he wants and I’m punishing him for farts.
After being let out of their crates, having breakfast, and using the backyard as their personal lavatory.
The girls’ coat closet is full of giant winter jackets they haven’t needed to use so I needed a place to store their other winter gear.
Drive to the night, far as it goes, away from the daylight…
He barely survived the rinse cycle but, wow, does he smell good now.
The weather pattern that just keeps on giving. (Sorry, Carol!)
It’s just the beginning of spring wardrobe weather and Chuck just can’t stop talking about it.