Just Terrible

The girls are OK with having their ears taped. Well, Brindle Girl 1 and Red Girl 1 don't seem to be too traumatized about it. But then they are both the big adventurers who think everything in the world is a big game (including the game of "I can move my ear faster than you can move that tape, lady").

Brindle Girl 2 is a bit more like Kane in the "I need sympathy, and I need it now" department. She knows how to work a room. .

And then, well, then there are the boys. Oh, My, Dog are they pathetic. You can't hear my attempts to get a cute, pouty face photo last night. "Biscuit, BISCUIT, look here, do you want a cookie?" "Mr. Brindle, come on boys, look at mommy." Nothing. And if Biscuit won't even look up at the promise of a C-O-O-K-I-E then he's either on his death bed, or he's feeling uber dramatic... Poor boys, if their giant ears would just stay up, I wouldn't have to torture them with the masking tape.

Oh, and speaking of torture, I'm sure the fact that I dremeled nails before the taping torture added nothing to the poutiness...