Last week we had the pleasure of babysitting Honey again. She's practically family. It's nice to hear how she mopes around after leaving here, (presumably) missing us. We miss her too.
Honey has a way of making herself right at home. Most of the time this has to do with claiming prime lap real estate. Beatrice is the master of pushing her way to the best seats in the house but no one but no one beats Honey. We call her the Tank. She wants what she wants and she wants it now and she gets what she wants, now.
For example, this was the result of an attempt to get a picture of her from pug-level.
And this was the best picture I could get. At every other moment her face was in my face so there was no distance from which to take a picture.
Merry Christmas Honey! We love you.
Last week we had the pleasure of babysitting Honey again. She's practically family. It's nice to hear how she mopes around after leaving here, (presumably) missing us. We miss her too.
Honey has a way of making herself right at home. Most of the time this has to do with claiming prime lap real estate. Beatrice is the master of pushing her way to the best seats in the house but no one but no one beats Honey. We call her the Tank. She wants what she wants and she wants it now and she gets what she wants, now.
For example, this was the result of an attempt to get a picture of her from pug-level.
And this was the best picture I could get. At every other moment her face was in my face so there was no distance from which to take a picture.
Merry Christmas Honey! We love you.
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