I was going to write about the busy, busy, busy day the puggies are having, as they all lay snoring in breakfast food comas around my feet, but ran across this cute picture of Baby Howard.
My baby boy is getting gray now, but he still looks like a puppy to me. He's been a lot happier since Annie came to live with us, though he would never admit it OUT LOUD or anything. His heart has healed from the loss of Winnie, who mothered him and washed his face and protected him from scary brothers.