Happy Bark-day!

Our sweet little (well, not-so-little) pups-pups are 11 today!  They aren't the spring chickens they once were and, sure, they have trouble getting on and off the couch and get winded walking around the block... but they are sweet as ever and unbelievably patient with the toddler chasing and tail pulling and dog climbing.

To celebrate their special day we are showering them with attention (which, to be honest, seems to be confusing them and disturbing their 23 hour nap) and treats (which never gets old - especially when I hand deliver them to their dog beds).  I can't imagine our happy-chaotic home without them.

Speaking of that chaos... here are some photos for posterity:

What happens when Roscoe picks out his own outfit to go to the store:

So worn out from playing he almost fell asleep on the coffee table:

His new glasses (his old ones have disappeared...):

Roscoe taking Luka's baby for a bike ride:

Daddy's girl:

Lolo's dream come true (with a child's bow and arrow):

Roscoe and Daddy practicing their tumbling at the park (forgive the shaky video - I am holding a wiggler while I tape):

Daddy jungle gym (with a predictable Roscoe spill at the end):

Clearly, Luka adores her big brother (and ya'll know Roscoe likes an audience...):