My DH and I are parents to two wonderful white boxers, Max and Emma, who allow us to occupy their home and furniture. We are empty nesters who are crazy in love with our babies. Max is six years old and quite the aristocratic gentleman who makes his every demand known by woo-wooing, barking, paw stomping, and whining with authority.
Emma is quite another story. She is a 3 year old whirlwind of activity. She is making up for our two grown skin-daughters being such good kids. Emma snores, farts, digs, finds mud in the yard when there is any, is our one woman security force, and loves to swat Max on the face when she wants his attention. She lives life to the fullest and on her terms.
We are even buying our babies sheep pelts for Christmas this year so they have an extra soft place to sleep on top of their feathers.
Thanks BW for being here.
Emma is quite another story. She is a 3 year old whirlwind of activity. She is making up for our two grown skin-daughters being such good kids. Emma snores, farts, digs, finds mud in the yard when there is any, is our one woman security force, and loves to swat Max on the face when she wants his attention. She lives life to the fullest and on her terms.
We are even buying our babies sheep pelts for Christmas this year so they have an extra soft place to sleep on top of their feathers.
Thanks BW for being here.
