She didn't appreciate being told to sit down.
"Do I get any??"
You only turn ten once- so I did something totally out of character, and made home made dog biscuits. Long ago, before I got married and had kids- I dreamed of owning a "barkery"- despite the fact that I had never (even to this day!) baked a dog biscuit in my life.
It was pretty easy- and they did scarf them down like they were way tastier than their usual milkbones. I feel bad for W&G sometimes- though honestly, I think they have enjoyed their pack of kids. Wally always gave me this look when we brought home a new baby.."AGAIN!?"
Anyways- he's ten. He celebrated by being supremely lazy, being disgruntled when I wiped his muddy paws off before he could come in, eating more biscuits than probably good for him and is currently burrowed in our bed, hogging my side. Here's to many more years Wally-woo!
He took his job seriously, helping E find new finger nail polish. He was very offended she didn't want blue.
And then we wandered past an aisle that had these little grabber things. (I was honestly looking for a birthday hat for the dog), and it was funny at first and I wanted to capture them grabbing everything with the grabbers- but then they started grabbing each other and it went downhill and I figured the documentation would be frowned upon....because I kept having to say "STOP GRABBING YOUR BROTHER!" "KEEP YOUR GRABBERS TO YOURSELF!" So I put the camera away for a bit.
We got a stirring rendition of "Daddy Finger"...
She cried until Ellie shared some frenchfries.
It was too much for him.










