This thread is the cure for depression.
Max's "look, mom, I killed the dragon!" 3 weeks old
Ruby "mom let me eat her food" 1 year
Max being a mama's boy and laying in my lap, 1 year old
Ruby, not one for cuddles, chose to stay on the house
Max's "I helped" face 3 weeks, 6 months, respectively
Max's new rain coat, 4 months
Ruby lookin' fab in a dress, 1 year
Max, 15 days old, his first night at our place. I sat in a camping chair all night because I just couldn't bear to leave him. This was the only night he spent outside at our house for the next 2 months. He lived in the house, he slept in my bed, and I took him everywhere with me. No wonder he's so mischievous now, he knows he can walk all over me.