What is it about boys and dogs? As soon as we came home for the holidays Whiskey ran to my little brother like he had his pockets full of bacon (which he very well might have)
They proceeded to roll around on the kitchen floor and make grumbling noises at each other. Enjoy the linoleum while you can, boys, because its being replaced with tile post-Christmas. It will no longer be able to operate as a comfortable wrestling arena.
Look its SIMBA!
And a Shar-pei?
Whiskey forgets about me while we’re here because he is in love with my family. They give him treats and let him walk all over them – literally. I don’t let him in the bed at home, but when he’s here he sleeps with my brother. They curl up and snuggle and act all cute until the play fighting starts up again. No wonder Whiskey sleeps for days when we get back to the city!
OMG! I love the dog! I want a dog.. but no dogs allowed in apartments!
LOL!! That is funny b/c I used to sleep with my pups too. They would curl up under the covers (they big pink puffy heart Fleece blankets) and go to sleep with their little noses on my leg. Oh how I miss them (they’re with my parents)!
~WM
You have the cutest pup…really, I will go so far as to say he rivals my Timmy.