Man's Best Friend

Or, in this case, Boy's Best Friend...

Working together to clean up (or shall I say cover up) a dried oatmeal spill 

Cheese!  

Some days Pete gets chased by a fire engine (ok, most days), some days he is a pillow and some days he is the table upon which Nathan balances his legos. On this day, he is a pony:

Most of you know that I rescued Pete (and then moved him not once, but twice, around the world), and that he came to me with food aggression and a lot of other issues. He's come a long way, and the poor thing just keeps getting ousted to the bottom of the totem pole…first a brother and now a baby sister! 

Pete's a docile, old man now, content to lounge at the base of a high chair or bask in the sun for hours on end--unless it is the bewitching hour--then he joins right in and needs something, usually so urgent that he sits at my feet and barks while I am helping Nathan with his dinner and feeding Evy hers. Good times.  It took my mom, who has NEVER been a fan of Pete, to point out that we are a bit harsh with him at times. So now I more gently say, "Please go lie down, Pete."

Good dog.

:) sbc