Henry, taking a break to look adorable for the camera.
Wilson has loads and loads of toys, but of course he prefers Henry's baby toys.
This isn't the best picture, but he's so cute with Henry's flower squeaker!
6 days with no posts, I feel so guilty! But in my defense, I've been a little more busy than usual, planning my big birthday bash. The plan originally was to build a little addition to the cement slab we currently have, to have a bigger patio, but our landlord stopped by yesterday to pick up the 400 bricks piled up in the backyard. I was disappointed, but at least we hadn't already used them! So now we'll make do with what we have, which really is big enough I suppose. I also went and picked out a grill, just a cheapish, smallish charcoal variety from the local hardware store. And Aaron and his dad are going Thursday to pick out a fire pit, which will be my birthday present. And I stumbled across 4 green plastic lawn chairs for $10 on craigslist! So the patio is almost complete. All I have to do now is clean (oi!) and I'd like to paint the bathroom. Since the brick patio didn't work out, I figured I better come up with another project to stress me out! I'm thinking a grayish blue, but I'll go tonight to pick something out and let you know what I come up with.
Here's Wilson and Henry, in one of their sweeter moments. Henry's a little blurry, because he's cleaning Wilson's face like the devoted little brother he is. They're pretty well matched pugs, in terms of playfulness and energy. With the exception of mornings. Wilson is very much a momma's boy, in that he doesn't do mornings. He waits until he hears kibble hitting the bowl before he burrows out from under the covers to come out for his breakfast. Henry, on the other hand, is a ball of energy from the moment my alarm goes off. He bounds up to my face, licking everything in his path, until I finally give up and go let him out. I almost feel sorry for Wilson, who would rather eat his food and go back to bed, because as soon as he's out in the kitchen Henry is biting at his ears, face wrinkles, and tail, trying to entice him to play. Wilson looks up at me like "Can't we toss this sorry excuse for a pug back into the dumpster from whence he came?" I try to explain to him that before long Henry is going to be a lazy pug too, and then who will he have to play with?
I can hardly tell who's who in this picture! Henry's growing so fast, he's already 4 1/2 months old! We were thinking he wouldn't be as big as Wilson's hefty 23 lbs, but from this picture, it looks like he may. Henry, by the way, is the one on the left, and Wilson is on the right.