This is where bad Yorkies go…
…when they sneak upstairs while I’m trying to get into bed (right after surgery).
Baaaad Hulk!
…when they sneak upstairs while I’m trying to get into bed (right after surgery).
Baaaad Hulk!
Well, Hulk is not adjusting well to the new regime where the Yorkshire terrorists aren’t allowed up on the couches until they’re invited (we’re laying down the LAW!)
Here’s his pathetic attempt at trying to convince me to let him up:
If he weren’t so damn cute, he’d be paaaaathetic!
Apparently by sleeping through it:
Must be nice, hopefully Hulk will get a job to keep him and Harriet in kibble.
Jeremy stayed with us last night, and Hulk slutted himself loud and proud.
No, I thought not…
Here’s Hulk all dolled up with his puke-catching plastic bag…he really likes driving to Detroit.
And, here we are in Albion, MI, and find ourselves an e85 pump…woo! Who puts the corn in the car?