A boy and his dog

Or maybe it should be "A dog and her boy?"

TJ got into his diaper bag yesterday (I really should know better to always keep it zipped up) and found his emergency stash of cheerios. I'm sure Lucy did her share of prompting him, those two are thick as thieves lately. An entire baggie full of cheerios covered the floor and I found these two sitting together eating them up. Of course I had to grab the camera before cleaning them up but a little dust on your cheerios never hurt anyone. ;-)









Over the last 10 months Lucy has worked her way through the stages of denial, anger, avoidance and is finally on acceptance. She's learning to love her boy and most of that has come since she discovered the rain of food that occurs if she sits under the highchair. TJ is learning to be gentle with her and he loves to pet her ears. Once in awhile Lucy will get a pudgy little finger in her eye but she takes it all in stride. We have the kitchen and family rooms gated off and she actually spends most of her time inside Alcatraz with TJ and me but she knows she can go to her own island of the living room couch any time she would like.