Not so much a morning guy…
I’m coming back in my next life as Ted.
I can’t even.
Happy that charlie is on the other side of the fence.
Always the sleepiest.
The sun sets through this window. It’s pretty awesome.
His favorite spot.
"Ok. Time to let ted in, now. No more foolin’." If we don’t let him in by his third request, he starts clawing at the door like he’s going to scratch his way through the glass. Which he very well might do someday. Jerk.
Hide and seek with ted…
This is how Ted protects himself when Charlie is trying to bit his face off - head turned all the way around and one paw up, occasionally using that paw to flail around in Charlie’s general direction.
It’s pretty pathetic. And hysterical.
Such a sad little buddy.
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