Dad asked if I liked the bandanas the groomers put on the dogs. I said yes. He responded, “ok, let’s put them on the mantle then!” and took them off.
We can’t take Casey to the park or else he’ll get all agressive on other dogs.
We can’t let Duke run off-leash in the backyard or else he’ll run off into the woods for a few hours.
So for the first time in their lives, they’re separated. Dad took Duke to the park, Mike played with Casey outside.
And Casey couldn’t give a f— where Duke is.
C’MON, GUYS. YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BROTHERS WHO WORRY ABOUT THE OTHER’S WELLBEING.
I DIDN’T REALLY CELEBRATE/TALK ABOUT EASTER TODAY.
Here’s a picture of Duke in an Easter basket as a baby.
THROWBACKTHURSDAY: Puppies LOVE Popsicles. #tbt
GOLDEN RETRIEVER VS. SCREENSAVER — you’re welcome, universe
DUKE AND CASEY ARE TWO YEARS OLD TODAY!
Here are baby pictures because it’s a science fact that they were cuter back in the day.
But these little loves of my life are now two years of age and I can’t even believe it. They’ve brought me immeasurable misery in the form of garbage being broken into, blankets being desecrated, pillows being ripped to shreds, etc., but I love these little guys more than anything else in the world.
We treated them with some extra peanut butter and some rawhide bones today. I’ll be paying for it later when they start passing gas.
BROTHERSSS (photo by the lovely Miranda)
I was showing off cute pictures of my dogs today to a coworker and stumbled upon this one again. LOOK AT HOW SNUGGLY MY BOYS ARE/WERE.
His new favorite game is pulling my socks off