Bad to the Bone

Our dogs are badasses.  That's right.  Don't mess with them, because they might eat your face!  Okay, maybe only Jack will.  Old and young dogs in our house are no match for Sir George Boogers.  Even our breast-fed (by her Papa), home-schooled, not-just-a-princess-but-she's-the-fucking-queen takes second seat to a four-pound kitten.  She drools on the floor while Boogers eats her food.  We are sick people who enjoy making her wait to eat while he chows down.  The little snot doesn't even back down once Sky is given the okay to eat.  Boogers is bad to the bone.

Don't Let the Boogeyman Get You

Around our house, nothing is safe.  We have a new kitten, Sir George Boogers, and the boogeyman will attack anything that moves - or doesn't move.  This morning, he was hiding under the bedskirt and attacking Happy's feet.  When he wasn't in "under covers" attack mode, then he was blatently attacking her tail.  Of course, we just encourage Happy to wag her tail and enjoy the entertainment.  It's a great way to start the day, for us at least!  Happy doesn't seem to mind much, either.