I like Blake — he’s like my best friend in the world. But I swear whenever we play together, I get in all the trouble. We’ll run around and have a great time, and then something gets knocked over and Blake says we should hide under the porch because they’ll never find us there. Well, he’s half right — they never find him there. How the heck does he do it?
Oops! I accidentally backdated this post for a few minutes, but now it’s where (when?) it needs to be.
It’s great in the present and/or the past. We’re , like, cool.
So time travel worked out well for once?
Those pleading eyes – “pretend I’m not here!”
What a pair of cuties. Don’t hide, guys–come play with me!
Such cuties!!! I want them both! This wasn’t what I thought I’d see though, I expected a real shadow, lol.
-lures out both puppies via sausage-
I forgive them both for whatever crimes they may have committed. All that was needed was the puppy dog eyes.