So back in the day, my charming husband put these really pretty floors down in my living room and den. And yesterday, the quarter round started going down. Let me say this, Lola wasn't a fan. She was on the attack. It looked something like this...
But then when the nail gun started coming her way, it looked something like this...
That's 61 pounds of pure fury ladies and gentlemen.
And don't even get me started on what she did when the storms started. She was on full force people. Full force.
Today Cooper started really taking to eating puffs. If you've never heard of them, they're these little cookie/cracker like things that dissolve in your mouth. He's never cared for them much, but today he started, if not liking them, then tolerating him. So here are some pictures from the experience.
And my personal favorite...
I'm strong to the finish 'cause I eat me spinach...
The best thing about having Lola though, is that she's always around to, how shall we say, pick up the pieces.
Hey, you don't get to be that bulky without picking up scraps.
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