Nonchalant. Corgi On Point

I was too late to capture it but saw Auggie was "on point", stalking some critter I couldn't see. As I readied my camera he feigned disinterest in his quarry as he moved in closer and closer for the kill.

It was a cat. Duncan the cat.

I'll leave it to your imagination as to what happened next.

Why is this center justified?

Corgi Wedge

Tonight, as I was wrassling with The Kid it dawned on me that he's growing. 

Grown enough now that I don't have to worry about him wedging into the crevasse between the mattress and the footboard of our sleigh bed; where all my single socks have no doubt ended up.

Please mourne for my widowed socks.

Yes Dear?

Dogservation:

When you are talking to the dog but your spouse thinks you're talking to them...

"Who's a handsome boy?" I ask The Kid

"What?" Says the spouse.

"I was talking to the dog." I reply.

"Oh." Says the spouse *rolls eyes*

Drop it!

The cats are assholes.

They kill indescriminantly and for useless sport (http://theoatmeal.com/comics/cats_actually_kill) and leave the carcasses wherever.

And then The Kid finds them...and desicrates the remains further.

"Drop it!", I snap.

"Nope." He intimates by running just out of reach. "I'm gonna haz this and you're too slow to haz it from me."

Eventually, I haz the carcass away and The Kid is somewhat irqued.