(As of today, Henry is about 4 years and 5 months old, and still as wild as ever.)
Whew! ELC and I are still recovering from our whirlwind weekend with Duke TBBB and the newly anointed "Hurricane Henry." AKA Prince Henry. AKA Peter, Peter, The Pumpkin Eater.
To put it mildly, my pup is BANANAS. He kept us on our toes the entire 48 hours I was home. Teddy was such a doll. So patient. He let Hurricane Henry crawl all over him. He took his role as "Older Cousin" very seriously.
Here are a few fun pictures we snapped of our boys:
The calm before the storm.
Henry in his "Time Out Jail."
(Despite the forlorn look, he actually loves his "bedroom.")
This is Teddy Buddy Boo Bear's "Office Window."
Wonder what they're thinking?
(We're thinking: Puppy Dog Noses = Window Smudges!)
Pooches Smooches.
TBBB needed a nice, long nap after the Hurricane blew through.
Don't worry, ELC is in the process of getting him a properly sized bed.
Though it truly was a lovely weekend, we've agreed we'll be putting any future "play dates" on hold. At least until after the holidays. I seriously believe we'll need that long to forget our trauma. I mean restore ourselves to normal. Okay. We've never been normal. Let's go with until we've become rejuvenated.
I love My Sweet Hank. The Little Angel just needs to work on his social skills and graces. Bless his heart.
