My rough week continues and the only thing making me smile is these effers:
I especially love how Stella is all "whatever" and Wolfgang is all "where did the ground go?" I would also like to point out Wolfgang's freakishly long legs. He is almost as tall as Stella but weighs less than half of her weight. He is the definition of lanky.
In this shot the puppies are using their Jedi Mind Tricks to try to get me to drop the peanut butter treat I'm holding.
And in this one Wolfgang has given up on me ever dropping the treat and is leaping into the air (I'm not kidding - he can jump three times his height) to try to snatch it out of my hand. I love the crazy eyes.
This week has been madness but it's been nice to be able to come home each night and snuggle with Shawn and the pups, who simultaneously make me sane and drive me batshit crazy (case in point: I was cuddling the pups on the bed last night, watching tv (ANTM: was I the only one who fast forwarded through Celia's moment of pure stupidity? It was just so awkward. I couldn't take it.) Wolfgang was being particularly cute and melting my heart. And then he vomited all over the duvet. And my head melted.)