Dixie And Junior.

While I was writing that last post about the lasagna, Mr. Hawthorne caught my eye and mouthed Look.At.Junior.

So I did. Earlier, he had snatched one of my kitchen towels and spent a great amount of time trying to get me to play tug-of-war with him. I always cave in. Now, he happily has his tug-towel (he won) and he has the Nylabone NaNa bought him. And he's all comfy on his pilly.

Junior is loving his bone. Junior enjoys his life. Dixie tolerates.

I love my babies.