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.
One bugger was actually lodged inside his nose.
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.