Friday Fur

I know, I'm a lazy ass for posting pictures and not words. But I take a lot of pictures and they're easy to post. Words require thought and time and focus, and I'm too busy denying my job those things to come up with anything postable. Yet post I must, because I am an attention whore.

As are these guys

So how are Darius and Charlie doing, you ask? As you know, I moved out of the familial home. Five months and change have passed. The evolving relationship between Wife and I is interesting, oscillating between a friendly resignation and active hostility. Normal, in other words. But I stop by the house for this reason and that and enjoy getting mauled by my puppydorks. Darius (l) was always a good smart boy and sits when told without fail, but Charlie (r) surprised me by obeying also. I had to be quick to snap them both. The rightmost puppydork much prefers to leap about and chew on the leftmost's neck. He never got enough people time. Neither of them do, actually. Nor did we have time to bond particularly. Both of them are still under two years old. They're good dogs, withal.