He's oldish...and cranky. He whines or barks incessantly when he wants something (which is always). But he is The Boz. The first-born- once loved as much or more than my current love for Ben and Jerry's. Now, he takes second-stage to a toddling toddler, a half-brained Boston with breath like death and LuLu, the perpetual tail-bitch-slapper. Old Man Boz...we love you, even if we threaten to punt you across the pond.
Awww...look. He's quiet.
And brooding...
And looks like a rabid oppossum...
And....loved. For now. :)
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