Grady isn’t spoiled rotten, I swear. OK, a little.
We had Sunday dinner with my parents, and we celebrated the Hub’s 40th birthday. Yes, we have been celebrating his birthday for 9 days, now. He is just as spoiled as Grady. We’re all hurting for attention around here, let me tell you.
Well, Cooper and Mac got into it at Mom and Dad’s. See, Cooper is a big puppy who just wants to play, and Mac is an old fart who just wants to be left alone. He wasn’t socialized at all as a child, so he doesn’t play well with others. Here they are, in the perfect pose to outline their relationships. Mac is sitting my Mom and making threatening growly sounds, and Cooper is peeking from around the island to see if maybe Mac is changing his mind about playing?
And here is Mac getting some much needed solace from Nannie. He’s a poop but he’s so durned cute.
When we got home Grady decided to pose for some glamour shots on the back of the couch. He’s a cat.
Grady calls this the “Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra” look.
And then, at the end of the night he was feeling like maybe he wanted his own room, now that he was a famous model and everything. He decided to sleep in the spare room, until we showed him how much we really wanted him to sleep on our bed, with kisses and hugs.