We went up to my mom’s house for Thanksgiving today and the boys got to come along because it was a beautiful day (in the high seventies) and they could romp in the backyard and ‘rassle’ and poop and pee anywhere they wanted to (Grandmas let you do that). After hours of running and mindless barking they are now home and crashed out on the couches upstairs and it is entirely likely that I will have to carry them down to bed tonight because they both look dead.
As always, Fenway posed for many beautiful pictures (enough to last me the rest of the year). Beckham just looks grumpy in all of them so I said screw it and included one where he is playfully trying to rip Fenway’s throat out.
They are truly God’s playful little homicidal clowns….