I was up past my bedtime. Pretty sure Thomas issued demerits. Baby boy hates it when I stay up late.
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It’s past Thomas’ bedtime. He turns into a pumpkin at 9pm. He’s so tired that he can’t even be bothered to complain at the neighbor dogs barking outside.
Sometimes I throw food at my dog.
Who knew one little dog could pack so much judgment into a single look? Judgeface, ear of judgment, and epic side eye.
Every day, every walk, Thomas and his ears bounce along. The cuteness when his ears flippy-flop in unison is almost more than I can stand.
It’s terrible that he can’t get comfortable.
Poor baby boy could NOT believe I wasn’t going to share my pizza bones with him.
I swear, Thomas is a bottomless pit of want. I don’t think he even cares what you’re eating. If you’re eating it, he wants it.