Thomas went for more than a year, ignoring the various tennis balls in his toy box, left over from Frances. Then one day he found a squeaky tennis ball, and now he’s addicted. Unfortunately, he peels them, so they don’t last very long.
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I was up past my bedtime. Pretty sure Thomas issued demerits. Baby boy hates it when I stay up late.
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.