How things change!
Once upon a time, a belligerent bulldog used to harass a tiny infant. It was loving harassment: slobbery kisses, lots of licking, wanting to play.
Once upon a time, a belligerent bulldog used to harass a tiny infant. It was loving harassment: slobbery kisses, lots of licking, wanting to play.
Now, that bulldog just wants some sleep (he's been out in the sun today so needs about a week to recuperate. Also, it's no secret he comes from a Rotting family). But a not-so-little baby keeps on climbing all over him, trying to put his harness in her mouth and tugging at his ears and tail.
Even Bolsh can't resist it when baby D is as overjoyed as she is in this pic. Although when she's being particularly grabby, he does look over at me pleadingly before rolling his eyes.
Isn't this what life with siblings is all about?
P.S. Check out D's homage to sixties style with her peasant top and superflare jeans! The only thing missing from this pic is her sun hat, the Urban Sombrero (pic to follow when Rotter is capable of functioning again).
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