All is well here at Casa TBogg, or as well as can be expected. Unwilling to leave young Wembley under the direct supervision of Fenway, Wembley has been going to work with me every day where he tends to nap, play, and give various employees a reason to come to work (“…the puppy is here!”) and then not to work when they get there (“…but the puppy is here!”), Fenway is not taking this slight well, and is “acting out” by going places in the house where he is not allowed during the day. I’m currently in the market for an electrified baby-gate since the “oh, I don’t want to give little Cody and/or Tiana a mild electrical jolt” non-electrified baby-gates are no match for his mad leaping skillz.

In a couple of weeks, Wembley will be staying home and I’m sure something will happen involving fire, getting on the roof, long expensive toll calls to 1-900-HOTBICHONFRISES, or maybe war with Arizona.

This morning I didn’t get Wembley outside quite quick enough (approximately thirty seconds after he woke up), I turned my back and he pooped in four different places in under a minute. I don not think Guinness keeps records like this, but they should. Here are the boys acting all innocent and shit, and a nice shot of Fenway who is still the World’s Most Photogenic Dog.

Also when we came home from one of our MANY WALKS TODAY, we discovered a package from Lulu & Zeus (seen below) containing many yummy dog treats and snacks and nibblies and doggy Zimas. On behalf of Fenway & Wembley, “thank you so much”. On behalf of me: did I mention how much Wembley poops? Like, a shitload times, like, four.

(Lulu above, Zeus below)