Boys will be boys, or something like that

We have adopted another puppy. Andrew is moving out of our home this weekend and has bequeathed his puppy, Riley, to us. I am no longer a "Beagle grandma", I have become his "Mom". Now this being said, Riley seems to know that he is a member of this household and makes himself quite comfortable, thanks in part to his training from Big Brother Berkeley.


Uh, yeah, apparently I can't take a shower without being taken advantage of. One thing that is a constant in our home is that the dogs are not allowed on the couch. Do they listen? I think not. Little Riley can even jump up onto my bed now too.



Gee Mom, aren't we so cute on the couch? Their redeeming quality is cuteness of course and scenes like this:



It's funny to me when they sit together, they look and turn their heads in unison. I think in these pictures, they are looking for Grandma Johnson. Let this post be a lesson to all of you parents out there. If your adult child moves back home, make sure they know that any pets or children will be leaving with them when they get back on their feet and leave again. I think we were just so happy to have Andrew back that we assumed he knew this was the case, but alas, we would be wrong about that. Therefore, we have made it clear to the remaining two.

I've got to go vacuum now, it's the shedding season.