My very own Snuffleupagus.
I worry less about my children being around the stove when I’m cooking food.
This is the extent of all the yoga that goes on in our house. Unfortunately it hasn’t cleared the mind of the one who practices it.
The pack leader who understands the sequence: exercise, discipline, affection, treats, snuggles, more treats, maybe even a massage.
The annual collaring, and this time it’s pretty badass.
When two different and opposing groups of people clashed, and an inside joke became useful.
He is really, really upset with all this unwanted attention. Can’t we all go back to hating each other and stabbing our voodoo dolls?
Instead of throwing a princess party, we’re having someone dressed in a lab coat show up for Chuck’s next birthday.
So much love from his little corner of Utah to you.
This is the reason peanut butter was invented.