Go Pug Yourself

Happy Easter nom nom nom

We had a slow start to our day with most of the family more interested in napping than ham.

We did get around to our egg hunt. First the boys in the back yard. All went as smoothly as could be expected when there is a toddler boy involved. We came inside to setup Shelby's egg hunt. Vin helped me hide eggs for her and we went to let her in the house. We returned to find one baby brother holding an open egg, munching on a dog treat.

This didn't slow down Shelby who dove under furniture chasing rolling eggs.

Happy Easter!

Not my fault, man

One advantage of having two brothers running around the house is that Shelby no longer gets blamed for anything. We used to look at her suspiciously whenever something went missing. Can't find wedding ring? Stare at Shelby. Cant't find the remote? Stare at Shelby. She was never the culprit, but in these cases her undying devotion did not compensate for her lack of English skills.

Now that there are little boys getting into everything, Shelby is not the first suspect for anything anymore. I woke up this morning to find her chilling out in the middle if this toy apocalypse. I know she didn't do it. I don't even suspect her when I find chewed toys. That honor goes to the littlest boy, who is teething. We've seen him gnaw on the furniture, and even walk around the house with Shelby's chew antler in his mouth.

Gross.