This is the face that greeted me when I let the dogs in last night at approximately 11:30PM.
Chris and I spent the next 2 1/2 hours wrangling a surprisingly strong dog, trying to extricate the offenders from sweet, stupid Seamus’ face and leg.
Minus the gagging, it was the closest thing we’ve had to a date night in weeks. At this age, and with as many kids as we’ve got, we’ll take what we can get.
Hope your weekend holds lots of surprises.