This is the newest addition to the family. Not at my house, no, but Gran's and Pop's. He's a Malti-poo and he'll be moving in with them next week sometime. We went to meet him today. He and Dennis became instant friends.
Today, I was recovering the socks that Dennis and I argued about from under the bed clothes. I told him to take them off before his nap, he screeched and tucked his feet under his rear end and insisted that he needed to keep them on. Naturally, he got hot during his nap and pulled them off and tossed them (as he does every time). I searched the covers and he finally pointed to where he'd flung them--the corner of the room. I handed them to him and watched him put them on, telling him "you have the cutest toes". He replied "yep--AND I have the cutest poop". Yeah...no. Cute isn't a word that comes to mind.
Today he's thankful for his pirate sword. I don't know that I'm all that thankful for it, though!
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